I just wanted to say that yesterday was so much fun. I was kind of dreading the day simply b/c my bf was going to be home all day and I was too. Wait, that sounds bad...well see I'm always off on Monday and he isn't. I was annoyed b/c I wanted to sleep in...relax and just chill...ALONE. Hey, sometimes a girl just needs alone time. However we ended up going to see a movie. We saw The Green Hornet...which BLEW CHUNKS...AWFUL! I totally fell asleep...and it was IMAX and 3d. Anyway..rather than getting my normal popcorn, soda AND cinnamon pretzel...I bought a big bag of cherries with me. So my boyfriend and I shared the cherries and enjoyed the movie. Well enjoyed it as much as one can when the movie sucks.
We then walked the mall (a HUGE mall) and looked for sheets for the bed. I know he was bored...but he was a good sport about it. But the point is we walked a lot. I mean mind you I'm over 300 pounds...so walking this mall about killed me. But my pride wouldn't let me show that I was TIRED as hell...so I kept up pace with him. I mean mind you I wasn't RUNNING or anything...but I was going at a pretty good pace. So when we got home my ankle was hurting...not that I did too much...just b/c I'm so fat. I mean I'm fully aware of this. But I was so proud of myself b/c we walked and it was good.
Once home we cooked...well he made stuffed mushrooms and I made steak subs (at his request) and a salad. His mushrooms were NOT healthy, however I did have one...which I was so proud of myself. Why? B/c at the meeting Sunday the topic was using your extra 49 pp weekly allowance. I've never really used them before b/c I've been scared..but I thought gee one mushroom is perfect. I'll be honesty the greedy chick inside of me wanted more...but I resisted. One was good enough. So I ate my sub and salad and went to bed happy.
All in all it was a good day and I'm glad it panned out how it did. I said all that to say that I believe I am growing...I am definitely doing better and I'm proud of myself. Soooo...yay me! :)
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