Bliss

Somebody please smack me the next time I get on the scale more than once a week.  Seriously.  I'll explain why down the page a bit.

We had the most stellar, amazing and wonderful weekend with my SIL and her husband!  I always love being with Kristin, and turns out her new husband is also very easy and pleasant to be with.  Nice, kind, unassuming, interesting.  We talked, laughed, reminisced and made new memories about which to reminisce in the future.  The weekend couldn't have been more comfortable, pleasant or fun.  What I wish is that it could have been longer, and I know they did too.

We were the next-to-last stop on their 2 week second honeymoon/vacation (they were married in March but only had a 4 day trip to a N. Carolina mountain house after their wedding), where they went to New York to visit Mike's parents, and other friends from where he grew up.  They also stopped on the way from Atlanta to New York to visit Kristin's college roommate.  Then they spent a few days on Cape Cod (Kristin's first time there); finally back to New York to see Ground Zero on September 11th, and on to our house Saturday afternoon through this morning.  They were relaxed, happy and really excited to spend time with Tom and me.  It was simply delightful - far exceeded my hopes or expectations. 

One remarkable thing...I am a total morning person.  I get up by 4:30 everyday (waking to my internal rhythm rather than an angry mocking alarm clock.  Getting up this early immediately awake, alert and in high gear renders another reliable phenomenon every evening.  By 9 p.m. AT THE LATEST most nights, I'm sound asleep - having either gotten horizontal on the couch or nodding off while sitting upright watching tv or reading.  Unless I have something special to do with lots of people and external stimulation, I cannot stay awake past 9.  And lots of people and external stim does NOT include movies at theaters...I've nodded off during countless high suspense films if we go to later than a late afternoon show.  Siiiiiigh...my night owl days are long over.

BUT.  Saturday night after eating a meal I cooked that turned out amazing, all 4 of us sat and talked until about 11, when both men threw in the towel and headed for their respective beds while Kristin and I kept talking until past 2 a.m.  I wasn't the least bit sleepy, and no - we did not have NO-DOZ omelets or Red Bull Smoothies for dinner.  It was really strange, and Tom kept commenting on my perkiness!  Same last night, only just until 11:30 because today was a "school day" for me.  I felt like such a grown up staying up so late :)

My food this weekend was great.  Both days I had no bingeing or even thoughts of it.  I didn't count calories but know I was uner 1700 both days.  Saturday before they arrived I also got in a very fast 3.2 mile walk, and yesterday we went into Philly to see Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell and the Constitution Center and walked a lot.  We went to a great North Italian restaurant last night where Tom and I split an arugula, tomatoe and parmesean salad, and then I had penne pasta with asparagus, shrim and scallops.  I at the seafood, and about 1/2 of the penne.  No dessert.

So. Back to my request for a smackdown regarding the scale...this morning, because of my extreme virtue in the eating and exercise realms since Friday (when I weighed 207), I decided to get on the scale.  I knew it was a risky venture but felt certain I would see a favorable verdict....NOT!  209.3!  DAMN - was I annoyed, and mad at myself for ascending that 3 inch step onto the platform of doom.  I guess my meal last night for salt laden.  Or my calories exceeded what I thought, though I don't think so.  What a way to beacon in a big dark rain cloud to gloom up my weekend afterglow!  I know - it'll disappear, but I could have spared myself the aggravation by waiting until Friday to weigh.  I'd like to say "lesson learned", but seems I'm a slow learner and a fast forgetter.  But that mofo scale will not be graced with my size 9 feet again until Friday.  I'll show that bastard!

Overall - stellar weekend.  I'll be reading about all of yours over the course of the day if my patients at work stop having seizures and vomiting episodes long enough for me to catch my breath!  As dear Deb at Deb Will Be Free says, "Onward and forward, fellow travelers!"

And hey - when I went to link her just now, she gave me an award!  I'll have to read up and report tomorrow!  Have a great day.