Today was utter perfection. I spent most of the day reading in a quiet house...all alone. I don't get many days like that, so I don't offer any apologies when I milk them for all they're worth. My daughter talked me into reading a book called "A Handmaid's Tale" a few months ago and I read the entire book in 2-3 days. If was compelling. You should read it. I did, however, hate the book's ending. I was so angry at how it ended, that I decided that I wasn't going to accept the ending provided and took it upon myself to re-write a new ending summary. So there. Take THAT Margret Atwood.
My awesome sister in law, Mary, was so thoughtful and bought me two of Margret Atwood's other books, one of which I spent 6 hours reading yesterday. There wasn't much moving or shaking going on yesterday at all, and so technically, I didn't take back my twenty. However, while hanging out at my parents house last night, enjoying a glass of Cap't Morgan and Coke, the guilt set in. Not sure if it was guilt, or an actual craving to use my muscles. Either way, I started hammering out 65 kitchen counter push-ups, in sets of 10 or 15. When my daughter asked what I was doing, my father, who was standing behind her, piped in, "She's taking back twenty." Wow. At least I know my dad is reading my blog. I think he started taking back twenty too...says he's lost 7lbs??? I think it was 7. Even if it was only 3, that's still progress, and progress is good.
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