Mopey Monday…

Good morning, my lovelies!  How is everyone this splendid Monday morning?

Actually it’s very very gloomy here…very rainy and very dark and sort of thundery-looking, though no actual thunder.  We had all that yesterday though…all day, in fact.

It was one of the more interesting Mother’s Days ever…we spent a couple of hours in the basement (which is actually just part of the house so no hardship really) waiting out tornado warnings, and then just about the time they canceled the warnings, we lost power.  We still haven’t gotten it back and aren’t sure when we will, so I’m tickled about that.  I have (had?) a freezer full of mood that’s probably going to have to be thrown out.  Gah.  Why can’t we ever lose power at the end of the month when there’s no food in the house anyway?

It didn’t actually storm that long, but it rained ALL day and night, and still is.  We did go ahead and take Mom out for dinner, but even though we thought we’d timed it to avoid most of the classic “rush” times, evidently everyone else was doing the same thing.  So we ended up at Bob Evans rather than endure a two-hour wait at the places we really wanted to go.  It was nice, not what we’d planned, but nice.

I got Mom a digital picture frame and loaded about 50 pictures or so on it – all I had time for, and I spent most of the day Saturday working on it.  I will add more later but she was pretty happy with it.  It was very cool…but…

In the process, I ran across some old pictures of me.  Bear in mind that when I was at my heaviest, I pretty much avoided the camera (like most of us) and plus, I was always behind it.  So there aren’t many.  But there was one summer when we did a lot of running around within the state and some camping, and there are some pictures of me from then.  By coincidence, it was also the summer when I was the heaviest.  I wasn’t expecting them to be there…and I wasn’t expecting to look that bad.  The first one startled me literally to tears…and then I was shocked at the tears.  I mean, come on!  I should be proud of how far I’ve come, right?  But…I don’t know, for some reason that just hits you where it hurts.  And even though I have a “before” picture from that same summer posted on my refrigerator (along with an after because I’m trying to encourage myself, not destroy my soul!!!) it still shocked me.

But it was good, really, because after the shock comes the “I am never going there again” moment.  Which is a very positive thing. 

Today is the second day of the WOMAN challenge…I didn’t do that great yesterday for a number of reasons, but today I’m going to really try to hit that 10,000 step goal.  Eating will be sketchy – with no power and having to have ED at school by 7 this morning, I’ve already hit the drive-thru once.  But I’ll do my best and I’ll definitely focus on keeping the activity up.

Oh, and TOM FINALLY showed up!  Evidently it was waiting for Mother’s Day.    So I’m a bit Oompah-Loompah today too but that’s okay.  It’ll pass and hopefully it’ll take a few pounds with it, if I can avoiding living out of a McDonald’s bag for the next few days.  I am still really hoping to hit the end of the Memorial Day Challenge BELOW my starting weight instead of above.    I only have three more pounds (from Saturday) to get there, so I’m optimistic.  It’s two weeks away, it’s definitely possible!

I hope that everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day and has a great Monday!