Monday I went to a movie, I saw Identity Thief, which was really, really good. Chris gave me a gift card to the theater for Christmas. =) I went by myself because Chris said he wasn't very interested in seeing that movie in the theater. I thought it was great. However, I love popcorn and licorice . . . together. So I got a jr size popcorn and a red vines (twizzlers is gross). =) I looked at the serving size of the licorice and it was only 4 pieces so I thought, well, maybe I'll have 2 servings, this is my lunch. =) The next thing I knew I had eaten all of the licorice and the popcorn as well.
Then later that day I was debating what we were going to eat for dinner. I called Chris and asked if he wanted to go out. So instead of having a sensible dinner after eating a ton of crap for lunch, I ate Olive Garden. When we got home I wasn't in a very good mood (probably from the food overload and no exercise), so I decided to go for a short walk with the dog. As I was walking I started feeling better and decided that I should just run. Gizmo is not a running dog, he's a pekingese and would much rather be sitting at home on a pillow than running, so I went home and got on the treadmill. Let me tell you, that run was was the longest 4 miles I have ever done.
I decided to take it easy on my run, but all the crap I had eaten that day threatened to come out of my body, I even had to stop once and go inside. I almost stopped after going inside, but decided I should finish the last mile. Even though I didn't work off all the calories that I had eaten, I was glad I had run. It made me feel better and I was able to actually enjoy my evening rather than sit on the couch with my bad mood and feel guilty for not doing any exercise.
Yesterday I went to zumba. It felt great and I really felt like I worked hard. Lately the zumba instructor has added several new routines to the workout, and because I only go once a week and December and January I really slacked off on going, I haven't caught on to the new routines very quickly. Well, for the first time yesterday, I really felt like I knew what I was doing. When I know the routines I feel like I'm able to get a better workout.
Over the weekend I had my first ever catcall (well, except for my creepy neighbor and he doesn't count), actually it was just a whistle, but I think it's basically the same thing. I know that catcalls are so cheesy and stupid, but for whatever reason it boosts my ego a little (I would probably feel differently if it was something offensive). Anyway, I always wear headphones, so maybe I don't hear the catcalls, but I did on Saturday and it took me off guard, and made me run a little taller
*7 (SEVEN!) days till Disneyland!!