I ate too much and exercised too little. But on the plus side, I did eat more chicken than usual (I’m primarily a beef eater).
Three days of putting on makeup is too much for me. And I want to go into an industry where I may end up wearing makeup every day?
Meanwhile, my brother thinks I should watch Mad Men. I didn’t know it also covered the creative part.
Three days with someone who has no idea where they are or who the crap you are is really hard. On all of us, but especially me with my particular issues. And I didn’t handle it well.
Naps are delightful. Eating in a tent outside . . . not so much. But at least the bugs were less of a problem than usual.
I need new black heels. I knew this already, its just starting to get on my nerves. My new clothing seemed to work out well, though.
I missed my fitbit. Especially when my mother made me keep getting her more cookbooks. But also all the time. I love it so much, and being separated from it for 3 days is 3 times harder than being separated for one day like I usually am.
On a similar note, my father pointed out an article to me about use of BodyMedia at Northwestern to track football players’ sleep. www.nytimes.com/2013/09/
(he mentioned it as something similar to what I have, because I love the sleep tracking on my fitbit, but BodyMedia works differently. Still very interesting).
Funny line of the holiday:
Me (while wearing a white shirt and my mom is about to serve the sabra): I’m gonna go get a sweater or something.
(sabra is another name for a cactus pear/prickly pear . . . kinda explains the potential for mess)
And we’ve got another one of these next week . . . so excited.