had a pretty darn good weekend. went to a retreat centre run by nuns where you aren't allowed to talk. had some amazing moments with God. then came away completely uplifted and very confident...
rockstar husband isn't feeling well. sounds like flu is going around. i didn't feel well last week, but i sure didn't puke. wanted to, but never happened. gaffer ok.
went to kidzone this morning. played on slides and ropes. tried to lift my own body onto the rings, but found i couldn't do it. became very thoughtful/sad. i have decided, once and for all, that i need to be able to lift my own body. 10 times. i need to lose 5 pounds, but i'm going to lose 10. i need to do this. i need to take better care of myself. a better steward of what goes into my body. and i need to exercise more. everyday. i don't have a farm to take care of, so i need to start getting out.
so while the family slept fitfully, i went out for a speed walk to two stores in c.p. but immediately i began to jog. so i jogged to the first store. came away empty handed. went to second store which was a book store, and bought my book because i had a 5$ gift certificate, but was very unimpressed with their snootiness. seriously. chapters is friendlier. and that's scary. so i jogged home. it hurt. every step. i thought i would faint. but i didn't. and i didn't stop. i couldn't stop. i wasn't allowed. i remembered why i love jogging. and why i hate it. i only went 3km, but i liked it.
i think i have a food addiction. i like food way too much. i graze too much. maybe i need to be a 3meal a day person? dunno.
gonna achieve these goals. gonna beat last year's try race. have to.
got to.
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