Yet, it is important to plan ahead…
Ah, grasshopper, in life, “balance” is the answer
and leads to wisdom.
(That “grasshopper” reference dates me… LOL)
Week One on Jenny Craig…
…ain’t gonna happen THIS week!
Yes, I know, I know, but my time this week has been spent practicing in the studio, taking lessons in the studio, and performing my “Line Dance Coordinator” duties for the Louisiana Country Dance Hayride. I’m having a blast and the work isn’t all that difficult, but it is time consuming. Lots of emails flying about as I’ve first set up the schedule then more as I’ve publicized the workshops I’ve set up.
And, the event is this weekend, starting on Friday which means that Friday I’ll be driving for 5-6 hours, starting out at an UNNATURAL hour of the morning, then spend the rest of the day in non-stop work, uhmmm, fun! Well work that is fun. Check out the Workshop Schedule.
Then all day on Saturday will be non-stop activities. Then Sunday will be half a day of fun activities disguised as work followed by a six hour drive home. Woo Hoo.
Oh, did I mention the EXCELLENT Cajun food at this event? I didn’t? My bad. 😉 Don’t tell Jenny. It will be our secret. Jenny doesn’t need to know!
So… friends, neighbors, and the 12 people that are actually reading this blog entry, starting week one of Jenny Craig just ain’t gonna happen. Not this week.
Countdown Check-list to start Week One on Jenny Craig:
- Clean out the pantry of all “bad” “not allowed on the menu” foods. That means anything like a half eaten bag of Oreos has to go!
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One good thing which blogging about my efforts to get into shape does is that it caters to my inner actor/performer. As I move step by step forward on my journey toward fitness. I get to share my successes and revel in the thunderous applause [cue canned applause soundtrack] 😉
The bad part about blogging and sharing my experiences with the whole world, is that when I mess up, well, the whole world knows. Or at least the dozen or so people who are actually reading this blog knows when I fall from grace.
Yes, it is true. I fell off the fitness wagon. The large bang heard throughout the North Texas area and ensuing earth tremor was not the cannons announcing the opening of the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, it was me. Hitting the ground. T-H-U-D! Falling from grace. Hitting the gutter. Succumbing to temptation. Crossing over the dark side. I transgressed. I frolicked with chocolate! I was a baaaaaaaaaddd cowboy. *sigh*