My rather blah weekend continues with a Wrist to Forehead Sunday Post. To anybody who is playing that miniature violin (So snarky! And you know who you are), I point out that I am well aware I have only myself to blame for the blah (ooh, that might make a good headline! So alliterative). Really, if blah is the worst thing that happens to me, I am ahead of the game.
I ran again this morning. That is two days in a row of 20-minute runs. Exercise is very important. I must get more of it. Later I went to breakfast at Farm House Restaurant in Ilion NY. It was either do the dishes, cook eggs in a big frying pan, or go out to eat. I feel I made the right decision.
A good place to eat.
Later in the day I fixed myself hot dogs and beans. I had gotten them for the Fourth of July but then decided to avoid fatty foods so close to the Boilermaker 15K. For the past week every night after work, I had nothing in the house to eat yet felt it was entirely too much trouble to heat up hot dogs and beans.
“It doesn’t take much,” my mother pointed out to me. I call my parents almost every day.
“These days,” I replied, “it doesn’t take much for me to say, ‘Oh that’s too much trouble!’ ”
Today I discovered that it was in fact very little trouble. I was inordinately pleased with myself. I think I made the right choice there. I could have been disgusted with myself for not cooking the hot dogs and beans sooner. Instead I felt pleased.
So this is my blog post of blah weekend with hot dogs and beans. Maybe I should have mentioned the hot dogs and beans in the headline. Any thoughts?
Mohawk Valley Girl 