Saturday night we took the kids to the drive in movies. There's one about 45 minutes from us, and we try to go a few times a summer. We saw Underdog, which was cute for what it was (my daughter loved it), and had a fabulous time with the kiddos. We played soccer before the movie started and shared popcorn and M&Ms and Twizzlers. Even the boy played nice and hung out during the movie instead of trying to run away like 23 month olds are want to do. We saw a preying mantis as we were packing stuff up to go home. It had flown into Sophie's hair (we just thought it was a moth at the time) and had completely freaked her out about half way through the movie. It had then flown over and buzzed my husband and landed on the popcorn bucket. It just looked at me as I went to throw the leftovers away, like "Hallo, Ma'am, are you quite finished with this?" Those are some freaky crazy bugs, man. Fascinating.
Before the movie, I did make it to the gym, as promised. My afternoon run on the treadmill was near torture. Now I know why it's called the dreadmill. My gym's temporary location of the fitness equipment is like working out in a cheapo gym--no TV's, no personal fans, no comfy locker room. Hey, there's nothing wrong with cheapo gyms, but when you're paying for the fancy gym, cheapo sucks.
Not that that's the reason my run was torture. Yes, the personal TV's and all the pretty people make for a better gym environment and was somehow less torturous. But it was almost as hot inside on the treadmill as it was out, and I've gotten spoiled for the out of doors.
Today, then, will be a run outside at 4 pm. It's gonna be so freaking hot. 93 today. Not sure about the ozone levels, but I haven't heard any warnings yet. I'm planning on at least 3 miles.
No night eating yesterday, because I fell asleep at 8:30 in my daughter's bed. I moved to my bed around 10, and although I have been known to go grab a snack at that time, last night I refrained. My food yesterday was okay, not stellar but within a decent calorie range. I had a couple bites of birthday cake at a friend's kid's 1st birthday party, and banana bread at lunch. Perfection on a Sunday is hard to come by.
And yes, I'm having food issues. I am feeling quite lazy about making food for myself and want a personal chef. Short of that, I am settling for a lot of non-meat proteins (eggs, peanut butter, lite cheese, frozen Amy's Kitchen pizza pockets) and restaurant salads (I make the rounds from McDs, ChikFilA, and Panera and call it "variety" in my diet, ha). These, my friends, are not the foods of losers. And they don't make my body feel as good as it could, and so I'm thus eating a little of this and a little of that to make up for it. My house is also a wreck, and I didn't do any laundry this weekend like I normally do. I read a book instead. I'm either slipping into a mild depression or having an extended bout of laziness or PMS or all of the above.
Cooler weather will help, I think, as I tend to come alive in the fall. But, as our autumn is usually not more than a month or so long, and seeing as it's almost October and we're still in the 90s, we're on course for a typical southern Indiana season and I don't know that getting my hopes up for 6 weeks of blissfully cool and sunny weather is practical. The good news is that this will be my first fall ever where I'm a runner. So I do have that to look forward to.