Can you believe I wanted to walk?
I started sewing at about 6:15 a.m. and took this photo at 1:23 p.m. I then
The veil was supposed to be a couple layers of gathered tulle glued to a purchased, padded headband. My fabric glue wasn't sticking and I couldn't find the glue gun (the search used up a precious 20 minutes!), so I ended up hand-sewing it at the very last minute. The veil was the first thing I started on, thinking it would take all day for the glue to dry. It would have taken a week; I think my glue must be 10 years old. (So why did I put it back in the craft closet? Why didn't I throw it away? Hmmm.)
And speaking of the veil … a quick-and-dirty picture. My husband refused to model it, but the chair didn't mind.
In spite of spending most of the day in a sweatshop-like setting, I managed to
- drink a gallon of water (supplemented with lots of coffee),
- eat breakfast and dinner (lunch went by the wayside, but I had an apple and peanut butter mid-afternoon),
- walk five and a half miles (went ahead and walked my usual four-miler after I walked to the post office and back),
- do my upper-body strength-training (squeezed it in before dinner), and
- journaled my food (right after dinner)
And then I went to a meeting last night. When I got home at about 8:45 I went straight to bed, did not pass GO, did not collect $200. I did read the paper on the Nook before I went to sleep. I love the Nook.
What I did collect was a good, good feeling about how I managed to stick with the program yesterday when it would have been so, so easy to cut myself some slack. It helped that I had leftovers in the freezer, and thus didn't have to prepare an evening meal. Believe it or not, it helped to have that water pitcher on the kitchen counter, as a visual cue to take care of myself amidst my self-imposed chaos.
It helped that my husband was gone most of the day. Heh. It also helped that when I got back from the post-office portion of the walk, I could see him walking about a quarter-mile ahead of me on the road. I decided instead of turning into the driveway and saying 1.6 miles was enough, I'd just try to catch up with him, which I did about a mile later.
It actually helped to have this last-minute deadline, as the rest of this week is pretty full and I might be going out of town next week. I guess, in the end, it all worked out the way it was supposed to.
As it always does.