This past week, my beloved hubby cut me loose to visit my family for a week...alone. And when I say alone, I mean alone. By myself. Sans children. Me, myself and I. Yes, he stayed home for a week, also alone, with all 3 girls and played daddy. No he didn't 'babysit'...he played daddy for 24/7. I had to laugh daily at his status, "It is now noon on day X of 7 being a single dad. All three kids are still alive!" Ha! He did fine.
My time away was busy, but good. We celebrated my mom's 60th birthday the day after I arrived. That night, we took my grandmother to the ER where I insisted that they do something more for her. Don't mess with an angry redhead! I went to breakfast to see a dear friend of mine that morning, and she said, "Why aren't you allowing yourself to enjoy your vacation?" *Or something along those lines.* I would love nothing more than to let loose for a week and not care about what I eat, but unfortunately, it takes a lot for me to get back on track. So, I just don't even entertain that thought. I also exercised while I was home. I took my Slim in 6 and my band with me.
The rest of the week was filled with seeing who I could in a limited time. I feel like I should be alone for several weeks in order to fit everyone in. Hubby's grandma was surprised to see me. I spent time with my mother-in-law as well. As usual, it seemed too short. For a brief moment, I thought about staying a bit longer to help with my grandmother since she's still in severe pain. She goes in for an MRI on Wednesday.
While home, I had some pictures taken by a friend. I did them in part as a celebration for getting to goal, and in part, for my sweet hubby. You can snag a glimpse by looking at my profile picture. You can also see my friend's work here.
After a week, I feel more like myself. And wow! Ten days without riding my bike and I felt like a wimp this morning. Sheesh!
So where are you at? Are you staying the course, even if it's hard?