I bet you thought I wasn’t going to post today…didn’t you?! Didn’t you?! Sheesh. Way to have faith in me. Oh wait. I totally ghosted you for like a whole month or something. No wonder you thought I was going to do it again! Well, no such luck. I’m here again and reporting for duty. (hehehehe. Doody.)
I lost a half pound this week so now I’m officially back at where I was when I ghosted you. Does that make me no longer a ghost???
This week I’m re-committed to getting my step count on FitBit up toward 10,000. I’ve been around 6-7,000 the past few weeks but getting to 10,000 is when I really start to notice a difference in how I feel.
I cooked dinner last night for the first time in….forever! I loathe cooking. And not in a silly, “hey I don’t like cooking” kind of way but in a physical, gut-wrenching, OMG I fffffing hate this kind of way. But, I managed to chop an onion without dying. Although, I did cry a little.
Apparently, we’re cooking again tonight. And by “we” I obviously mean ME because while I love my hubby very much….his kitchen skills are not so great. I know he doesn’t read my blog, but even if he did, this is something I’d totally say to his face, anyway. :)
Here’s an example of his cooking skill level…
He was making himself a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Probably the easiest thing to “cook” on the face of the planet. He finished up, served himself a bowl and asked me why it was so watery. When I asked how much milk he put in, he said, “I’m supposed to measure things like that?” So, needless to say, if I don’t want to die of starvation or food poisoning, I take on the traditional gender role of making the food!