I dread Sunday's weigh in because this has been a rough week health-wise. I haven't exercised since Monday and have snacked too much off and on. Between work and helping Amy and Dave to move or babysit, there hasn't been time for anything else. Not that I'm complaining. I'd have the guilts too and would feel like a bad momma if I wasn't helping out. You all know what moving is like, especially with young kids underfoot.
Here's an anecdote to end on that I'm sure you'll find amusing. Last night I took my car in to have brakes done and I borrowed one of Dawn and Greg's cars for a few days. They left it at Amy's when I was watching the kids and when I left to go home I had a terrible time figuring things out in the dark. I didn't know where any of the controls were and couldn't find the interior lights. The doors had locked me in and I couldn't get the key in the ignition. As it turned out I'd been trying to put it in what I think is the 4-way flasher. I must have sat outside their house for 10 minutes trying to orient myself enough to going. I didn't think I'd ever get home. I was feeling trapped and finally I just started pushing every button I could find until the lights finally came on and I made my escape. The car sits so much lower than mine, probably like my old car but I could barely see over the steering wheel. I'm sitting on a pillow tomorrow.
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