hold on to that feeling

So, today, Krissie is officially a party pooper. And okay with it.

We go over to a friend's house to watch football (which I do not understand at all). The plan was to fix dinner. They were kinda set on brats, potato salad, chips, beer - typical football food. But they gave me an option, "But that's probably not what you want, right?" Right. Somehow, chili came up and everyone pretty much seemed happy. It's too cold to grill anyway.

So football is watched, chili is eaten which of course leads to talk about farting, and I say that it's time for us to go to the gym. Before ice cream, before the board games come out, it's time for us to go. Nathan was a trooper, put up no resistance, and home and to the gym we went.

One one hand, I felt like a jerk. We are social. We love our friends. We were leaving as the festivities continued. And I had to pull Nathan out of a good time as well.

But on the other hand, I felt victorious. I was not indulging in a scoop of banana split ice cream. (Who am I kidding? I wouldn't have stopped at one.) I was choosing to spend 60 minutes on the treadmill and 60 minutes on the bike. Did I mention that I only had 1 bowl of chili, and it was significantly less full than anyone else's at the table?

I chose what needed to be done ahead of what I wanted to do. Scratch that. I chose what I wanted to do. I wanted to go to the gym. That blows me away. I WANTED to go to the gym. And I put what I wanted ahead of any obligation I felt.

No food pics today. Sorry. Sometimes I think that I use them as a blog crutch - like I don't have to say anything as long as I have nice pictures to look at. I'm still taking pictures, though. Breakfast as 2 eggs, 2 slices toast, 2 slices 2% cheese and an orange. Breakfast was a banana split sandwich. I had a small mocha latte for a snack. And chili for dinner.

Tomorrow is weigh day! Good luck everyone!