Yesterday, I had a bit of a meltdown. I was done. I was done thinking about food.
That seems odd, since I'm on Weight Watchers and all, but after the weight started trending in the wrong direction I was obsessed with eating fewer points, and exercising more (a feat in the 100 degree weather). All I could think about what what I can't have. I declared fuck it, and had a french bread pizza and a glass of wine. I also planned a few days worth of meals, so I know ahead of time what I'm getting into.
Though on the exercise front, I need to do more of it so I can increase my stamina. Why??
Because I'm taking a dance class in the fall (for you WW people, 7 Activity Points a class). I get to take one class a semester for free. I tried to take Modern I, because it fir into my schedule, but no. It was very, very beginner, and I actually have experience. I just need to get the professor to sign the form.
But that now means I need to buy things. I have a few leotards, but what I really need are dance pants. those I can get at Target. I need to look through the bag stash and find a dance bag. I also need to look into things I can throw into it to freshen up after class (it's a 2-3:30 class twice a week).
Big thing that I need is shoes. I know, Modern Dance is performed barefoot. And I'll try that. But It's been years, and my calluses are gone. That's what they make dance paws for!
The Spousal Equivalent is playing a game. I'm off to look through my bags, then get a glass of wine.