Friday night Neil and I stayed in and hung out and I stuck to my guns. No booze.
Saturday started off at 6 am with Clark crying. Since I can't go back to sleep once I'm up I took him out for a long walk in hopes of wearing him out for the day. I then went to a Yoga class that I thought would mellow me out a bit. It did feel great and I sweat the morning away, but then I walked out of yoga into the cruel world of Saturday errands in the city. I ran into traffic, bad drives, strollers EVERYWHERE, crazy parking lots, all the joys of shopping during the weekend.
By the time I got home, I completely bailed on bridesmaid dress shopping (I hit a wedding wall) and went to get a pedicure. When I came home I was still so fried from not sleeping the past week that one glass of wine seemed fair. And I did have one glass of wine while Neil and I hung out before dinner.
What's one little glass?
At dinner, I ordered one glass and the restaurant actually brought me an extra one (at no charge). I took that as God's way of saying, "Hey, you deserve this." Plus, I have not lost any extra weight or saved a ton of money since this little experiment began, so I was a little frustrated.
That being said, I felt like crap at 6:30 am when Clark woke up and wanted to play. Lesson learned. I'm planning (hoping) to ride the rest of lent out with little to no mistakes.
This serves as confession, right?
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