My Anti-Garfield Saturday
I have high hopes for this weekend. Firstly I woke to the yelling and stomping of half my family leaving for morning tea at the neighbours. Hannah and I revelled in the silence and then, remembering we were home alone for at least two hours, turned the music up as high as the volume would go. I do love listening to music from the opposit end of the house. It's almost like listneing to a CD for the first time, I find myself hearing all the smaller instruments and funky key notes that I haven't heard before.
My hair came out soft and bouncy after I washed it. This bodes well for church tomorrow.
Then I did something I haven't dared do in months: I stepped on the scales and lo and behold that cheeky little piece of iron and plastic tells me I've put on two kilos. I'm not sure I believe it.
In January when I started trying to put weight back on I defied my doctors wish to keep an eye on my weight and quit weighing myself. I'm a scardy-cat. I figured that at the worse if I didn't put any weight on I wouldn't have to know about it and if I did then I'd know the instant my cloths started fitting properly again. I still don't feel like my cloths are fitting any differently. But people keep asking me lately if I've put any on and I decided I had to face the scale.
I felt like the suspicious Garfield when the number of my weight showed up. Two kilos? I've been exercising regularly for at least two months now and I'm wondering if maybe the jelly in my legs is turning back into muscle and thus because muscle is heavier than flab it's pushing my weight up. I guess that either ways it's a good thing.
In other good things: it's beuatifully sunny and warm today; our lovely neighbour Robyn sent home dried mango and the smell is just heavenly; I'm off to watch rubbish TV; and tonight we're going bowling with the youth group.
Wonderful, wonderful. Beautiful, beautiful. Wonderfully beautiful Saturday.
1 Comments:
Ah time change is confusicating me, right now it's Friday.
Congrats on the weight gain!
OH my word, when I'm home alone I turn up the music really, really loud and I walk around the house singing. A thing that nobody ever sees me doing (singing not for choir or something like that). Except for my closest friends.
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