Back when I was fat the rare occasions that I worked out always felt great - but mentally I was in such a sad state that it didn't make much of an impression.
I think that the year it took me to lose this weight really prepared me for all the things I'm dealing with right now. Mentally (and physically) I feel so much stronger. Good thing too.
I always believed that everything happens for a reason. But that's hard to swallow when what's happening is the last thing you ever wanted.
Sigh.
Also - let me just share for a second the fact that I firmly believe I might be the only person in my entire building who cooks. Exhibit A - menus that have been slipped under my door by delivery guys just today alone:
Now, let's talk soup shall we? I must declare this foray into French Onion a success. There were more than a few well done bits and I worried the soup would have a charcoal-y taste but nope.
It's all good. :)
Especially bread and cheese. Nothing to complain about there.
I took some Italian bread and drizzled it with olive oil, then sprinkled a little garlic powder. I don't have Gruyere, so I took a slice of Swiss and some fresh mozzarella.
Broiled it and then sent one piece for a swim and kept the other on the side. With a little chopped parsley as a decoration.
Another work from home day tomorrow. I've got some stuff (reports and such) that I've put off for two days that I simply MUST do. If I can get them all done I'll feel very accomplished.
Wish me luck.
Can you hear that?? Something chocolate in my kitchen is calling my name. Must investigate.
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