I was hoping to reach my next mini-goal at Saturday’s weigh-in, but alas, it was not meant to be: I lost 1.4 pounds, not the 2 pounds I needed for my goal. I know I should be happy with a loss, and I know 1.4 pounds is not a bad weigh-in, but I am still very disappointed about it. I feel like I worked really hard last week for a barely-there loss. I mean, I did Insanity TWICE, damnit! I deserved a bigger loss! (*arms folded, pouty face, stomping foot*)
I know there was room for improvement last week, too. The rest day was okay, but going out to eat wasn’t the greatest idea on a non-workout day. I wasn’t as diligent about my food log last week, either. I am going to tighten it up this week and shoot for 2 pounds again.
Yesterday morning, my husband and I bickered at the breakfast table. Ever have one of those arguments that later, you don’t even understand why you got so angry? It seems so silly and stupid now. I hate fighting in front of the kids, so I stood up and left the table. I changed clothes, did my workout, and headed outside to get some yard work done.
I wasn’t outside long when my younger stepson came outside to help, and then I could hear my husband and the other kids in the front, putting up Halloween decorations. (Our decorating was rudely interrupted by the hurricane, when we had had to take everything down so it wouldn’t get ruined).
My husband and I love Halloween, and each year we add to our decorations stash. I passed by him a few times as I lugged armfuls of tree limbs to the curb, and I could feel him looking at me, but we didn’t say anything to each other. As I returned to the curb with more branches, I watched him, patiently but unsuccessfully trying to pose a skeleton in the front yard while two of the kids made the skeleton dance and worked it jaw to make it look like it was singing, and I had to smile. Was I really going to let a ridiculous tiff get in the way of joining in the fun?
I came over to him with my hands on my hips, and he waved me off, saying loudly, “Go find something else to do!”, but he was laughing, and just like that, the dumb little fight was over. I went inside to round up the spider web and other decorations that got returned to the boxes before the hurricane, and we had fun finishing up the front yard.
I felt bad, though. I hate, hate, hate any kind of disagreement in front of the kids. I guess it’s unrealistic to think we’ll never fight in front of the kids, but I still don’t like it. I know they are forced to listen to a lot of fighting and arguing in their other home, and I like knowing we are a refuge from that. I don’t want to add to the conflict and negativity and straight-up craziness they already deal with. At least it didn’t last long, and soon we were in the yard, putting up Halloween decorations, joking around and laughing.
Last night, my husband surprised me and asked if I wanted to go out for the evening. After the kids were picked up, we went out on a date night and enjoyed ourselves. Maybe we should argue more often, ha ha…just not in front of the kids!
Sweat & Sparkle 