Saturday, November 17, 2012
Weekends are always the hardest time for me. If I'm not working, I'm likely to be sedentary and there's always more access to food than during the work week. This weekend, so far, is off to a better start than usual. Ian and I went antique shopping and then walked Lowes and Walmart. I'm near my usual step count for a regular work day.
Food was hard today, though. As usual, we got hungry while at Walmart and Ian headed for the deli. We stood there looking at the chicken strips and potato wedges and he asked me, "Is there anything here I can get without you trying to rip my arm off to get at?" I said, "No." We pondered for a while, then I spotted the prepackaged salads. I found one with chicken and Parmesan cheese and, instead of Mountain Dew, I had a bottle of water. Ian let me nibble some of his fried food and I savored it, enjoying it because I wasn't getting more.
Tonight, we're making pizza with turkey and cranberries. Thanksgiving pizza. I hope it comes out well.