Weekending & Shizz [12-19]8:58 AM
And so begins the craziness of the holidays - jam packed weekends, potlucks, lots of food and drinks and late bedtimes.
+ Christmas potluck #1 down; only eleventy billion more to go.
+ Speaking of the holiday food, I gained 5lbs. FIVE POUNDS. So did my husband and we were both OMG, NO! but we both know what was (is?) the culprit - a little holiday treat here, a little holiday chocolate there, oh look, holiday cupcakes!, mmmm, mint chocolate errting! Basically, this:
This is the first holiday since 2012 that I've let myself indulge like a normal human being and I forgot how good it felt to eat all the things. Now I just need to dial it back....I mean, do I really need to taste that pie? But pie.....
+ We Canadian'd so hard yesterday -- we went snow shoeing! My usual Sunday muay thai sessions have been postponed until January because everyone wants to "take time off for the holidays" yet here I am thinking "but the holidays just means more time to workout, amirite?". I think I'm the only one who thinks this #rude.
I was pretty bummed about not being able to exercise yesterday (breaking the routine feels weird) so my husband brought home some snow shoes for me to try and we trekked along the trails in ankle-deep snow and -12C temps (it was awesome). Could we be any more Canadian?
+ Stopped by the local bakery so my husband could grab a coffee and ohmygod look at all the baked treats that I wanted to stuff into my facehole. This is an incredible little shop; everything is made from scratch with all fresh/local ingredients and we selected a Dutch Apple Pie for the inlaws' dinner yesterday evening #nomfuckingnom.
+ Watched The Family Stone. You bitches did not tell me it was a sad movie and I cried like a baby while my husband peeked around the corner wondering who died.
+ My dining room has been the bane of my existence...mainly because it's turned into a dumping ground for all things random. I'll come home from the gym or work and drop my bag onto the floor, hang my hand wraps all over the chairs to air out and then walk away and forget about it. My husband isn't any different; his cycling stuff is all over the dining room and we both hate looking at what has become our dining room.
Then I hear rummaging upstairs and when I look up, he's standing at the top with this unit:
How was your weekend?