We are officially, technically homeless. Yes, that’s right. Between moves, we usually have no address. But that’s okay as we are either with family or at a hotel for the night. As sad as I was to leave such great neighbors, I was anxious to get on the road.
I’ll be perfectly honest and just say diet has been mostly iffy and as far as workouts, well let’s just leave it at I spent plenty of time humping it up and down stairs in our packing and moving flurry. I also noticed I had had a few sodas, and yes a few burgers, but I tried to balance that out by eating lighter meals between. We were doing pretty well with the meal planning.
We hit the road Saturday morning when we had finished all our business with our house and saying goodbyes. We stopped at McDonald’s for lunch because it was there, and on the turnpike there isn’t anything else. I did okay-I went for one of those deluxe chicken wraps, grilled. but then I also got fries and a coke. Bad, bad.
But some time after we had hit the road again, I heard this noise, and looked down and saw this:
Of course I had to laugh. But then, I felt like this was a sign. A reminder I didn’t need to finish that soda, and that in fact I had probably been drinking too many sodas, especially since I haven’t been eating all that great, and of course, not exercising. I took it as a sign to keep my commitment to get fit closer to the forefront of my mind.
If you’re like me, there are times if someone is shouting and yelling at me to do one thing, to go this way, to whatever, I tend to dig my heels and go the opposite way. The paw on my drink was a nudge, a reminder to keep to the path. I haven’t had a soda since. I think that’s a pretty big deal.