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Almost finished!

Well, Monday is over; two and a half more days before we leave. My hiking buddies Rob and Ken came over yesterday and within an hour had all of the boxes we'd got ready on the weekend over to the storage unit and had reorganized the storage unit. They are so great; I am going to miss them. 

I asked them where they wanted to have lunch--my treat--and they suggested an East Indian restaurant. I haven't eaten Indian food in ages; I really like it but dh doesn't. Too spicy. I wondered how it would affect my IBS but I haven't had any ill effects. Except that I probably ate too many calories. I wasn't going to eat any dinner last night but ended up having a large bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce (fat free) and a small chocolate cake on top. Probably 500 calories; ulp. I'd like to say I burned it all off but yesterday wasn't a hiking day. I did 45 minutes of Leslie Walk Away the Waistline and carried some boxes from my car to the storage unit. No mega burning today.  

I did Rodney Yee's AM meditations DVD this morning. Not heavy duty exercising but is sure stretched my muscles! I'm going for a walk shortly as well. 

I came across this picture of a thatched cottage in a village near where I'll be staying in Somerset, England. Took this photo in January of 2007, the last time I was over there. Thought I'd post it to give me happy thoughts of next month. 
 



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