I have 3 secrets to loving Friday nights, even when I have to work on Mondays. It's called grocery shopping (it's true, I love this. Grocery=food. Food=love. Grocery= love (check my geometry.. this works)), treats, and dinner out. Dinner out doesn't always happen, but I purposely fed my husband leftovers for 3 consecutive days (lunch and dinner) so I didn't even have to talk him into going out. He decided all on his own.
My plan worked out perfectly.
He took me to our brand new Noodles. I'm so excited. Too bad our out to eat hiatus starts on Tuesday.
Also my legs are super sore. This has nothing to do with anything. But when I hopped (that may be too energetic of a word) on the treadmill this afternoon my feet felt like bricks and I could hardly move... so I turned it up faster. Punishment people, punishment.
I think they may be sore because of the accidental 9 mile hike, the accidental 4 mile run, and the not quite accidental yoga session. Yikes. Need to get in shape now.
Related but not related... I told my husband I've gained like 100 pounds since our wedding. He said.. no freaking way. And I sad yes because the jeans I was wearing in our engagement pictures were loose and now they are butt tight. Dang it.
And because I didn't have to officially keep track of our grocery budget for the public (you) to see... I made sure I got some delicious snacks. I'm my own worst enemy. However, instead of eating less I'll just plan to work out more.
Life is more fun that way anyways.