Friday, September 7, 2012
Y2 Day 9: Secret Lunch Date
Today I took a long walk and lifted weights, and then I did a good thing, moving my physical therapy stuff to the basement where my weights are, so now I can do the exercises I'm supposed to be doing for my wacky dislocating shoulders; I don't know why I didn't think of this before. But because I did that "extra" exercise today, I allowed myself to skip my core work. Bad, bad Lady C! I need to work my core. I dream of eradicating my stomach flap. The skin under my stomach flap is always moist — (ew) — and itches all the time, and I live in fear of developing a flesh-eating virus. And core work alone won't do it, but it will sure help.
Oh — and apparently: lose an IUD, lose three pounds. !!!!! I was back in the '40s this morning!!! I haven't been there in weeks. Even though I'm counting the days differently, I'm still going to do my official Weigh-Ins on Sunday or Monday, so we'll see if I can stay down for two more days.
Today Husband and I were both home, and I asked if he wanted to have a lunch date; he said yes. Then I asked if I could pick the place, and he said yes, which was brave and sweet; we don't always like the same foods. But I took him to Asian Fusion Hoody Doody, where you can get both Chinese and Japanese food, and I had the sushi I adore (plus some other stuff — I love lunch in a bento box!!) and he had Chinese chicken pepper something, and we were both very happy. And we kissed at the red lights (full disclosure: I was a teensy bit snockered on lunchtime chardonnay) and it was a very lovely and romantical time indeed.
I had a small dinner, pasta with sauce made from the tomatoes I got in our CSA share. I've never made my own tomato sauce before; it was tasty but very thin. I will have to read up on how to make it; I did this one just by instinct. When I fix the leftovers, I'll serve them in bowls with spoons. (The flavor was magnificent, I'll say that.)
Both kids had good first days of school and like most or all of their classes and teachers, but they are wiped. Martini's downstairs Skyping with Mr. Critic before wrestling starts, and Mimosa and I are going to hunker down with some more Buffy and maybe some frozen yogurt.
Next week, I have a big job and my beloved college friend J is coming to visit. Much to look forward to.
* Just curious how many of you immediately knew what this stands for. Husband guessed General Services Administration and Girl Scouts of America, which are perfectly good guesses, but it's Gay-Straight Alliance, where she will meet the coolest kids! I am way psyched that she thought of this.