A Tale of Two Shreds

Tuesday

What's happening to me? As I headed home from work, I was looking forward to the shred. Huh? The first thing I did when I got home (after popping dinner in the oven) was my work out. It felt great! Then I hopped in the shower, got dressed again and dinner was ready! After eating, I had time for another episode of Downton Abbey (so far so very good) and then was off with some friends to the movies (Tinker, Tailor, Solider, Spy. I still don't really know what happened. Think I need a re-watch). And enjoyed my popcorn completely guilt free!

Wednesday

At first it appeared that the "new me" who struts home from work excited about exercising was short lived. But it wasn't completely my fault. I got home and took the dog for a walk and half way through the neighborhood started to feel unwell. I knew it was probably due to the fact all I had eaten today was a whole wheat english muffin for breakfast and a huge (and I mean huge-like-the-size-of-your-head huge) croissant stuffed with goat cheese and caramelized onions for lunch. And not much water until the end of the work day when I realized I'd only drank tea all day. So basically a carb-fest and no real nutrients. I cut the walk short and drudged home to make dinner.

As the curry was bubbling on the stove I made a killer menu for the next week of dinners, including a couple new recipes I came across in some Style at Home magazines. Then I made a massive grocery list of everything I'd need for the next week.

After dinner I was feeling better, but now it was nearly 8p.m. and I had a coupon for 40% off at Banana Republic that I really wanted to use... suddenly was feeling better.

I am so, so, so grateful I have a husband who doesn't mind doing the grocery shopping. In fact, I'm pretty sure he actually enjoys it. And he dislikes it when we both go because apparently I take too long...yes I'm indecisive even at the grocery store! So to get back on track... I dropped him at Superstore and off I was to the mall. Sweater for me, check. Sweater for him, check (thanks again for the grocery run babes!).

I even got to play a really great trick on him. When I went back to pick him up, I entered the store, spotting him up ahead. He left the cart (in the middle of a random aisle?!) to go off and hunt for toothpaste. I swooped in and snuck off with the cart and hid, then really enjoyed watching him panic when he came back for it and it was gone! Then he caught me sneaking up the opposite aisle from him, and we both had a great laugh.

Ok back on track again. By the time we were home it was 9:30. Still no shred. I started to bargain with myself. "Surely no one can do 30 actual days in a row." "Surely you're meant to have a break in here somewhere." "I"ll do two shreds tomorrow!" By 9:45p.m., the better part of me realized if I just stopped hemming and hawing about it, by 10:15pm, I'd be finished.

So I shredded. At quarter to ten at night. And I feel great for it!