Day 20, 21, and 22

Sorry, I have been a slacker with writing everyday…well and with other things.  Guess that’s no surprise though. 

Let’s see…the 20th…Sunday….I slept in until 11AM…I never do that anymore.  Then I headed to my parents house to spend time with them and celebrate Father’s Day.  We watched The Blind Side…definitely a good movie.  One I will probably purchase at some point.  Then it was Dad’s choice for food…he picked the Cracker Barrel.  I hardly know what to do with myself at places like that.  There are so many selections….so many selections I can’t eat…literally.  I really didn’t want a salad, well I wanted a salad, but not as my entire meal.  I got Chicken N Dumplings…oh man…those noodles slid right down and then expanded in my belly.  Ouch.  Oh but the food intake didn’t stop there…then we went to Dairy Queen and I treated everyone to ice cream.  Needless to say, I could hardly move.  Ya…I definitely ate too much.  Alas…did I work out?  No…I went to bed.  Fail.

The 21st…worked, came home, took a 3 hour nap, watched the mentalist, and went to bed.  Fail.

Today…the 22nd….worked, came home…watched some TV, felt sorry for myself…and then took a walk.  Today I took a detour through Cloverdale cemetery…kinda peaceful and kinda depressing all at the same time.  I had to dodge a few sprinklers, but other than that it was a steady walk the whole way. 

Well, that’s all I got for today….


One thought on “Day 20, 21, and 22

  1. where are you at in “the mentalist”? walk through the cemetary at sundown? creeeeeeepy.ok seriously i need a push to join gold’s… $25 enrollment and $25 a month… i think i can swing it.

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