The Valentine's cake is finally gone.
Now I just need to finish off the Girl Scout cookies.
These extra junk food treats certainly make giving up M&Ms a little easier.
I am surprised by the difficulty I'm having giving up the M&Ms. It's not that I am craving them. I'm not. It's that I am now so hungry all afternoon.
Just about every day for lunch I eat a sandwich, an apple, and one other fruit. I then eat M&Ms until I'm full. I don't eat anything else until dinner. Through Lent (and beyond is the plan) I'm not eating M&Ms or any other junk food with lunch. By the time the kids get out of school, I'm starving and have to eat a snack with them. I know this is much better healthwise, to eat a healthy snack mid-afternoon. I'm just surprised at how hungry I have been after this one change.
Perhaps it is just pointing out how many M&Ms I was actually eating.
Making one healthy choice so often leads to others.
I have actually had the urge to go for a run a few times in the last couple of weeks. On one particularly nice day (sunny and 40 degrees) I mentioned this to the children who happened to be standing next to me. Giant looked at me with a confused look on his face, then said, "Huh?" Buttercup just laughed.
I didn't say I wanted (or would be able) to run far. I probably wouldn't make it to the end of the driveway.
I can understand their reaction. Despite the fact I went to college on a track scholarship, I hate going out for a run. They have no recollection of me ever doing it. To them, Dad is the runner in the family. He's the one who does 5Ks with them. I am the one who stays with the little kids and cheers them on.
My core strength ain't what it used to be. I don't like that feeling. I need to do something. I really want to swim. That will be easiest on my joints, and I just love that feeling of gliding through water. Once Cuckoo goes to school, I will be in a pool. Until then, I want to do something else.
I mentioned it to Hubby last night. I knew he'd understand, seeing as how he has been unable to do any exercise since breaking his foot. The conversation went like this:
Me: I know you won't believe me, but I've had the urge to go for a run.
Hubby: You mean to the bathroom? I have to do that several times a day. It's called aging.
And then we laughed.
At least my abs get a workout from all of the laughing.
As with most things, this feeling will pass. Probably as soon as spring hits and we have hours and hours of yard/garden/animal work to do.
Hm, two days in a row with the contemplative posts.
I do believe this ridiculously unending cold and windy weather is getting to me.
I'll do my best to make something funny happen today.
I will probably stop short of doing anything like purposely tripping a child on camera.
Have a lovely day!