Well, the heat has disappeared. We were promised a few more days of it but the clouds have rolled in and kept us to a sweaty humid 80 degrees. So goes life in the PN-Dub.
On the upside, it’s good biking weather so spouse and I headed up to Silver Falls and yesterday for some fat-burning activity. We got about 100 feet up the “actual” bike trail, and I do mean “up”, then weenied out and took the flat path through the campgrounds. Nice.
In our quest to reduce our collective body mass, we’re getting quite sporty, trying to hit the gym or the bike on alternating days, saying “hell no” to fried foods, using lonely abandoned juicer and doing protein shake meal replacements.
I must say, getting in the habit of saying no to alcohol has made the dieting easier. Once I learned how to do that I was in the No Zone and I can hit the McD’s drive-thru for an iced tea and emerge cheeseburger-less.
So now that my clean, mean discipline-machine of a mind is in FULL GEAR I have one more wretched vice that needs to be dealt with– my love affair with the Death Stix.
So, in a moment of weakness, er um, strength obviously, I committed to my husband that in August, when the kids go on vacation with their dad, I will take some days off work and not only join him for a three-day juice cleanse (as promoted by Joe of “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead”, Netflix) …and I will quit smoking. *sound of villagers cheering*
So there. It’s out there. I’m doing it. Commitment made and logged. This will take place near the end of August and I will attempt to blog it if I can see straight to type, or even if I can’t in which case it will at least be good for a chuckle or three.
Until then, take five, smoke if ya got ’em.