That Kind of Weekend

I had one of those kinds of weekends... The kind of weekend where you lay on your bed trying to get motivated to go running and end up taking a two hour nap and then watch Roadhouse while telling yourself: "I'll run tomorrow." The kind of weekend where you don't shower until 5:30pm on Saturday and that is only because you need to go get food from the grocery store. Seriously, you never know who you'll see at Hannaford. The kind of weekend where you purchase a microwave enchilada meal that looks way better on the box than how it actually tastes (terrible). This was the more "appropriate choice" considering you wanted to make tacos, but having 10 taco shells in the house while drinking Coronas seemed...dangerous. The kind of weekend where you mill about on a Sunday only getting off the couch to check and see if food has appeared in your fridge since the last time you looked. It hasn't. The kind of weekend where you say (again): "I'll run tomorrow, for real though." And hopefully, you mean it. The kind of weekend where you get motivated to leave your house because you are craving a Shamrock shake and you can't kick your inner fat kid monologue. You buy a crispy chicken sandwich for good measure. The kind of weekend where you review your weekend choices (both food and activity related) and realize that: Tomorrow is the start of a brand new week. You can, and you will, make better choices... Kate