Week 1, Day 6

Well, it could have been better but it could have been worse. I know Vince too well! I knew he was going to want to go somewhere tonight. How is it that I can stay home for months and months without ever wanting to leave and not only does he leave home to go to work every day, but there are only so many days in a row that he can go without going somewhere in the evening. If it were me, and I knew how much he disliked leaving home, I’d go by myself. There are things I know he has no interest in doing, and I do those by myself. I think he’s doing me a favor by going out. He loves it so much . . I HAVE to like it . . and I just don’t realize it. Maybe after 20 more years he’ll get the message.  🙂

Knowing that we would probably be going out tonight and probably grab something to eat, I ate a little mandarin orange for breakfast and for lunch I ate one tiny rib (leftover), along with about 2 forks of cauliflower salad (also leftover) and maybe 4 green beans.

By the time it was getting close to time for him to get home, I was starving. A blog reader and I had just talked about raw okra and that sounded good so I went out and cut some okra in the garden and fixed a plate of raw okra with black truffle salt and pepper.

Sure enough, he called and said “Want to go out this evening . . grocery stores, Walmart, get something healthy to eat? Then we won’t have to go out all weekend.” Anyone want to bet whether or not he’ll want to go out again?

So, out we went and I knew he was going to want fried catfish and yep, that’s what we had but I had green beans as my only side. Skipped the fries, skipped the hush puppies and only and 1-1/2 skinny pieces of fish. But . . you know what I drank! A Dr. Pepper and it was heavenly. I needed it and I’m not sorry I did it. When I get on the scales in the morning, I may be singing a different song.

About the walking . . this morning I was patiently waiting for daylight and just about the time I thought it was late enough that the coyotes and other bad critters had made their way back to their dens, I heard rain pounding down on the metal roof. Ughh!

Then as I was sitting knitting and waiting for the rain to stop . . I thought about my walking shoes. I don’t wear them out in the chicken area because you know what I’ll step in. Yes . . you remember . . way back in 2009 Helen told me! Last night, I walked up to the back porch, took off my walking shoes and socks, put on my flip flops and went to put the chickens up. Then I came in through the front door and totally forgot about my shoes. I had to go dig out my other walking shoes but I got lots of steps in today – 5.09 miles worth. 

I hope that makes up for dinner. 

Seriously, if he mentions going anywhere this weekend, there may be trouble!