Weekend Update

[brightbluegirl]

On Friday I got paid. Hurrah! We went grocery shopping at lunch, and then he hung around the office until I was done work, and we biked home. Afterwards, we went and bought the weights for our weight machine. YEAH!!!! We carried them home. The store isn't that far from us - maybe a 10 minute walk at the best of times, but with heavy weights (I carried 35 lbs, he carried 65 lbs), it felt like forever. Afterwards, his legs and arms hurt, and my shoulders and butt muscles hurt. They still did on Sunday, actually, along with my lower back. As a result, we held off actually working out, and we're going to have our first work out tonight.

I'm learning patience here. Yes, that's it. Patience.

I also made a Wacky Cake on Friday. It's actually called Wacky cake. It's a terrific chocolate cake with no eggs and no milk, (all rising done with baking soda and vinegar), and with just a touch of cinnamon, which adds to the richness. I added some chocolate chips we happened to have in the cupboard, and made a rich stove-top chocolate icing to put on top. It was heavenly. It was meant for our picnic, but we taste-tested it on Friday night anyway. :D

Saturday I didn't feel very well. We'd planned to go have our hike and picnic, but I just didn't feel up to it. So instead we spread out a picnic blanket on the floor, and had our picnic in the living room. It was very nice.

We were going to go to Raley's and buy some sweet cheap wine to go with our picnic, but when we got there, the guy wanted both our ID, even though I was the one paying. I showed him mine, and asked him why he wanted both, when it was my alcohol and yadda yadda, and he got really defensive and said this could be a sting and I should speak to a manager and everything. I tried to calm him down, and said I wasn't trying to give him a hard time, but that I'm from Canada and I didn't know this particular state law and etc. He eventually calmed down, and said I should just come back later on my own. (Although when Andrew said he'd just leave, the guy said that wasn't good enough). So we didn't buy the alcohol, and instead I just bought the vanilla ice cream for the cake. Afterwards I went to 7-11 and found something cheap and pink, and got that instead.

I was quite upset by the whole exchange. I'd been feeling emotional the whole day, anyway, but the exchange itself was very... illogical and antagonistic and freaky and unexpected. I mean, what if a parent comes in with their child? Are they not allowed to buy alcohol? What about the fact that when he and I have bought alcohol from Wild Oats (actually for cooking, but still, wine), no one has caused us any shit? How much of this was because Andrew has a mohawk and facial piercings?

I'm not as upset about it today, but even yesterday I still had problems letting it go. I mean, the guy was so ready to jump down my throat. He was so convinced that I was a problem customer, before I even spoke! Prejudice is an ugly word.

But our picnic was very nice, even so. The rest of the day was very decadent... I had two baths, he went online for awhile, I read in bed, and so on.

I did the burlesque show for him. He really really really liked it. :D As an aside, though, while we were... busy, he had this wierd thing happen where his hands curled up and he couldn't uncurl them, and they felt like they were asleep. I was frightened for him. We stopped and massaged his arms and hands until everything was better, and then kept going, and he hasn't had a relapse, but I'm still thinking about it. I wish I knew was it was.

Sunday he broke the scale. My old analog scale that has taken me through my weight loss to date... he dropped it on the floor and it no longer measured correctly.

We went on a nice long walk - we walked down to the Co-op to pick up some last minute groceries (I want to try making an eggplant manicotti this week - where the EGGPLANT is actually the manicotti! Too fun.), and then down to the art store to see if they were open so I could get some drawing supplies, (they were closed), and then back over to the omnipresent Walmart to find a scale. We ended up getting a digital one.

I weighed myself when we got home, and I had gained two pounds - sure, I was concerned, because even though it was the middle of the day instead of the morning, and I'd just been walking for 2 1/2 hours (which puts water on), and so on, I was afraid that this scale was more accurate or less accurate or SOMETHING, and now I'd have to say I was 29 lbs from my goal again...

But we had a nice long nap, and my body released some of that water, and I lost those 2 lbs. Poof!

This morning I weighed myself again (to be sure), and the scale says I've lost yet another pound.

I'm going to go with it.