Maiming and Laming

So, Tim and I still haven’t gone on our big bike ride. We were going to go yesterday but while we were at the grocery store, Tim attempted to kill me but only succeeded in maiming my big toe with the shopping cart. The whole right side of the nail was cracked really far into the nail bed. I will spare you a photo, don’t worry. But needless to say, it hurt like a bitch. Today, though, it is feeling somewhat better.

In fact, after a few glasses of wine last night, I was convinced I would be able to go rock climbing with my new friend Charleigh. Oh foolish drunken mortal that I am… I tried putting on my rock climbing shoes this morning, this activity was followed by a series of whimpers and scrambled attempts to get them off. What the hell was I thinking? So, instead, I think we might attempt the bike ride downtown, this afternoon.

I could stand some physical activities after my 3-dessert-night. It’s so true about sugar and how it makes you overeat. You have some, which give you a little energy and then you just crave more sugar. It’s a vicious cycle. I think that after such a hard week, it’s too easy to justify eating something that I know isn’t good for me. I need to learn to stay my resolve somehow. I think I’m going to pack away my scale. I feel like I’m obsessed with getting on it. *sigh* It’s so hard. But I’m back in the saddle again this morning.

Oh and speaking about last night, I have to give a shout out to Charleigh and Blaine. It’s so cool to meet new people, especially when they are funny, outgoing, and have really good stories to tell…