Morning! It’s Sunday morning and through no planning on my part, this weekend has turned into one of rest…and guilt. You see, Friday night I set my alarm for 7am, packed my gym bag and didn’t drink my face off during our little picnic (more on that below). Saturday morning when my alarm went off I hit the snooze button for 10 minutes and drifted back to sleep….and woke up to Ray jabbing me at 8:15….and not in enough time to make it to the spinning class. I was fairly disappointed but told myself that it was fine and that not going to one spinning class is not the end of the world. In fine, hard on yourself fashion though, I have harangued myself, guilted and twisted about sleeping through spinning. I can’t seem to stop thinking about it and it’s making me nuts. It was one class where I burn 700 calories, not the end of the world. What I was most upset about was how that Saturday morning class sets me up for the rest of the weekend. Spinning and a lovely hot shower, coming home and feeling vibrant and refreshed and ready to go for the rest of the weekend and I was so bummed that I missed out on that. In my case, in answer to the question above, guilt happens to weigh 1.4 pounds…..which probably has more to do with sushi and wine and wine and an order of french fries, lack of water and wine……
After the spinning mishap I got ready and Ray and I went down to a favourite coffee shop which happens to be in the same complex as my hairdresser. We went down to the coffee shop for a cup and a pastry and then Ray was going to read his book while I got my hair cut. I walked into the hairdresser to be informed that my hairdresser’s been sick for a week but don’t worry, someone else is going to cut your hair. Ya, um, No. Seriously? Would that be alright with you guys? If you went to your hairdresser and instead of getting your hairdresser ‘someone else’ was going to squeeze you into their schedule? I couldn’t believe that they were surprised that wouldn’t be alright. Recipe for a crappy hair cut, being wedged into someone else’s full schedule who doesn’t know you and has no loyalty to you as a customer. So, rescheduled to next week and a big frigging waste of time! What really ticked me off was that I could have gone to 10:30 am spinning if the twits at the hair salon had called me and told me that my hairdresser was sick. As it was, no spinning and no haircut.
The rest of the weekend I will give you in pictures, we’ve had a fairly nice time (spinning class guilt notwithstanding). Friday when I got home, Ray had followed several ‘hints’ that I dropped regarding purchasing flowers for me. I was flipping thrilled to pull into the driveway and see a beautiful pink flowering begonia sitting in our front entrance. I was even more thrilled to come into the house and see a fire in the fireplace and a little nest built in front of it where we spent a lovely couple of hours listening to music and drinking wine and talking to each other undistracted. Our previous week was difficult to say the least and a potted plant and a 2 hour chat doesn’t erase it, but Ray’s effort to make an effort at woo-ing me back to feeling better was very appreciated!
Anyway, the rest is in pictures. There’s my flowers in the entrance, me with my flowers, Ray and I (no, he’s not stoned), me with wine, our little Friday picnic area and my cozy sofa view this morning.