Getting back into my routine has been easier than I remember it to be. School resumed this week and it felt good to be back. I realized that I am very fortunate to have a job I love. It is amazing how 200 plus kids can turn your frown upside down.
I have been working out with a trainer since July and I am beginning to see some little results now. I go twice a week for an hour. I do not always look forward to it, but I know that it is good for me. I love my trainer. She seems so sweet until you see the evil grin while you are sweating. I have not lost a ton of weight, but slow is the way to go. And the best part is that I am doing something! Exercise is one of the best depression fighters. Now I need to get back into my yoga routine!
With as great as things are going, today I felt like crap. My mom and I were supposed to run some errands and get our toes done. True to form, mom bailed on me. I got all upset and mopey. I had to decide if I was going to feel sorry for myself or do something with my day. I forced myself off the “pity” couch and headed to the mall. I needed a shirt for a country western party I am going to next week. I started telling myself that the shirt would be waiting for me and fit perfectly.
And it did!!!!
Then I headed to Target and Michael’s to pick up some stuff and headed home. I even treated myself to an Oreo shake.
I came home, put away my purchases, and pop a DVD of Castle in. Everyone tells me I will like this show and I have a crush on Nathan Fillion, so I decided to try it. I watched the first four episodes of season one and I am not too sure how I feel about it. I going to try another DVD and see how it goes.
After sitting in the couch I needed to move. So I decided to hit the Neighborhood Market in Loma Linda. It sounds harmless until you learn it is part of the Walmart chain.
I will not go on my Walmart tirade.
Be thankful you have been spared.
I still decided to walk through the store and see what it was like. I like going grocery shopping and walking up and down the aisles of the super market. And what else did I have to do on a Saturday night? I did not buy anything, but I satisfied my curiosity.
And I discovered something amazing!
A Firehouse Subs is going to be less than five miles from my house! This could be a good or bad thing. When I was in college I ate at Firehouse Subs at least once a week. They are like little heaven sandwiches. They never disappoint.
Now I am a little worried about one being so close.
Maybe I should buy stock in Firehouse Subs.
Or just give them my paycheck every month.
