The weekend

Saturday night was a bust. DH came home late, we had a disagreement over dinner but we resolved it and went to sleep.

My walkertracker commented on my improvement in steps taken on Saturday :

Nice work. You walked 2,061 more steps than This month's average of 5,563.
Good job. You walked 2,390 more steps than Last month's average of 5,234.
Yes! You walked 2,929 more steps than Your score of two days ago of 4,695.
Diligently done. You walked 2,163 more steps than Yesterday's score of 7,624.

Sunday : I woke up late again...this is turning into an awful, awful habit. the more I want to rise early, I seem to be waking later than ever.

I made breakfast, dusted and gave my room a spring cleaning. I went with my DH to a mall, had lunch at Pizza Hut and then came home to spend some quality time with the family. I took a nice nap and then we went to the Club.

I walked the treadmill for 30 mins, stretching for 10 mins & 20 mins of strength training. I read in the library while waiting for DH. We then went to have chaat for dinner and then came home.

My walkertracker commented :

Nice work. You walked 3,890 more steps than Your average of 5,897. Good job. You walked 3,960 more steps than This month's average of 5,827. Yes! You walked 4,553 more steps than Last month's average of 5,234. Great! You walked 5,092 more steps than Your score of two days ago of 4,695.

DH fell asleep soon and I was on the Internet which bothered him. I couldn't sleep, what was I supposed to do ?

Monday : I woke up late because I couldn't fall asleep last night. I just got dressed, dusted, arranged the utensils, prepared & served breakfast to my DH. I came home from work and got into arranging my DH's & my cupboards. By the time I was done, MIL was home and I helped prepare the dinner. Due to this I couldn't workout.

I just wanted to post this nice email that I received today :-

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Once there was an old and very wise man. Every day he would sit outside a gas station in his rocking chair and wait to greet motorists as they passed through his small town. On this day, his granddaughter knelt down at the foot of his chair and slowly passed the time with him.

As they sat and watched the people come and go, a tall man who surely had to be a tourist -- since they knew everyone in the town -- began looking around as if he were checking out the area for a place to live.

The stranger walked up and asked,"So what kind of town is this that we're in?"

The older gentleman slowly turned to the man and replied," Well, what kind of town are you from?"

The tourist said, "In the town I'm from everyone is very critical of each other. The neighbours all gossip about everyone, and it's a real negative place to live. I'm sure glad to be leaving. It is not a very cheerful place."

The man in the chair looked at the stranger and said," You know, that's just how this town is."

An hour or so later a family that was also passing through stopped for gas. The car slowly turned in and rolled to a stop in front of where the older gentleman and his granddaughter were sitting. The mother jumped out with two small children and asked where the restrooms were. The man in the chair pointed to a small, bent-up sign that was barely hanging by one nail on the side of the door.

The father stepped out of the car and also asked the man,"Is this town a pretty good place to live?"

The man in the chair replied," What about the town you are from? How is it?"

The father looked at him and said,"Well, in the town I'm from everyone is very close and always willing to lend their neighbour a helping hand. There's always a hello and thank you everywhere you go. I really hate to leave. I feel almost like we are leaving family. "

The older gentlemen turned to the father and gave him a warm smile. "You know, that's a lot like this small town."

Then the family returned to the car, said their thank yous, waved goodbye and drove away.

After the family was in the distance, the granddaughter looked up at her grandfather and asked,"Grandpa, how come when the first man came into our town you told him it was a terrible place to live and when the family came in to town you told them it was a wonderful place to live? "

The grandfather lovingly looked down at this granddaughter's wondering blue eyes and said,"No matter where you move, you take your own attitude with you and that's what makes it terrible or wonderful. "

It's your attitude, not your aptitude that determines your altitude. Happiness is not something you find, it's something you create.

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I'll sign off today on that note.