Sarah s Blog

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One little break from the usual around-the-house routine. We went away for two half days, leaving late Saturday morning and coming back around mid day Sunday (that’s today), driving for only an hour and a half to get to our destination, but it was so totally relaxing and “non-city” that it felt like we were gone for a good week.

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It’s that time of year again. Not only are the leaves falling, it seems motivation falls at the same time. I have been a bit too lenient with myself lately, and although it doesn’t show too much, I know it. I feel the difference, not so much on the outside, but inside my body is not happy with me. Sluggish, tired, no energy … no problem!

All I have to do is pull myself together and give myself a good kick in the glutes, right?

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Wow, did it feel good yesterday! Walking into a gym again after two weeks of being completely away from the sweat and iron environment! I went in totally frustrated - my GPS had given me the run-around for 30 minutes, telling me to turn and as soon as I did “recalculating” and sending me back again, and again, and again, I felt like throwing the darned thing out of the window of the car, but it had me totally lost by then so I just had to keep it and hope it found a way out of the mess it got me into. Within the first warm-up set I was on top of the world again.

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OK, this was a weekend with not one cheat meal, not two either, but 4 days worth of cheats Not too bad though, I completely steared away from sweets, and only had three glasses of red wine (ok, and two Irish coffees), the cheats were in fact simply eating at restaurants and not being too concerned about the composotions.

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I got up a little late. OK, later than usual at least, it was 7 a.m. After breakfast, I got ready to drive to my native town, about an hour down the road from here. My son is at a boarding school there, studying music (actually, he’s quite good, did the chorus of Another Brick In The Wall for me, not bad at all). We had a hot-dog first, then a coffee at a terrace, before heading in to the town centre looking for a pizzeria. That we didn’t find, but we ended up at a coffee shop instead. During our conversation he said he’d like a leather jacket, and since I had intended to give him his Christmas present while I was there, I said ok, let’s go look for one. The one he liked was about the price I’d intended to spend anyway, so he got it and put it on right away. It felt strange leaving him standing there at his school ,in the new jacket, not knowing when or where I’ll see him again… He may be 20 in December, it still felt weird.