Survived the weekend

Given the emotional maelstrom I survived this weekend, if past patterns held true, I should've eaten my through the weekend. I did not. And I think I didn't because:

1. I worked on Saturday and could only eat what I brought with me.
2. I was so upset I was actually nauseous.
3. I kicked ass on the treadmill on both Friday and Sunday! And worked out with weights.

I was so sad this weekend that my cats actually noticed and decided they needed to smother me with love. Literally. Riley, ever since he was a kitten, has slept in between my legs at night. However, if I toss and turn too much, he'll move over and sleep with The Saint. Well not Saturday night. He insisted on snuggling with me all night and didn't use his claws once to get me to hold still. He'd just quietly get up, patiently sit at the foot of the bed until I got settled and then snuggle up to me again. Twice he came up near my face, purring and gave me a soft little "Maa." He sounds a little like a lamb when he does it. It's a funny sound that always makes me smile when he does it.

At some point Bailey came and settled on my chest and Ronan draped himself over my ankle. And there was no fighting for position. They just snuggled and purred and tried to make me feel better. Devlin doesn't like to sleep in our bed but everytime I sat down this weekend, he jumped right into my lap, purring and kneading my leg.

My new issue of Cooking Light arrived and I decided I'm going to actually start making some of the dishes in the magazine instead of just looking at pictures of them. Novel idea, I know. This week I'm going to pick out one or two that I can make over the weekend and make a grocery list. I've been planning my dinners for the week (Friday to Friday) and writing the menu down on a magnetic pad I have stuck to the fridge. It helps me with my shopping, with sticking to my eating plan and The Saint can consult the list instead of asking me every night "What are we having for dinner?"