Sundays
I’m sure different thoughts come to each person’s mind, but REST come to mine. It’s the only day of the week that I protect with ferocity (good imagery, huh?) from plans, exercise, travel, traffic, and sometimes people (don’t tell).
Church is a tradition, but so much more than that at the same time. My family has always gone, so that part of Sunday has and never will change. It’s refreshing to go and SIT and sing and hear convicting, yet comforting truths wash over me without one single child telling me they need to go the bathroom or have their shoe tied (unless we are volunteering in nursery).
It’s certainly not required, but I don’t mind dressing up for church--it’s one morning a week that I am not rolling out of bed at the crack of dawn to sweat, so shaving my legs and wearing a skirt reminds me (and Drew) that miracles happen. Just for clarification--dressing up has nothing to do with my faith or the authenticity of my faith, and going to church in jeans is just fine---it’s just a preference.
Forever eating in the car for and running late.....
After church, I can guarantee that my couch, Drew and I are going to spend some very quality time. It could be blogging, watching a movie, sleeping, reading---there is nowhere I’d rather be. I usually take an hour or two to prep foods for the week and make lunches, but then I’m right back to the couch. Any runner who has long runs on Saturday (16 miles) understands that the goal for Sunday is as few steps as possible.
All that to say, this Sunday was nothing like my typical one, but I loved it just as much. I mean who really wants to see the above day in photographs? #boringblogger
We met up with some of our very best friends after church for lunch and then the girls split to go to a local craft parade while the boys…..well, I don’t know or care what they did but my guess includes football.
Drew and I were in charge of picking up a cake and even though I opted to skip it today, everyone loved it. Drew mentioned to me last night that he is thinking about counting macros soon--but not today (due to cake)--who wants to see him try??
I’m going to insert a shameless plug for macro counting right here because it doesn’t have to be the most difficult, precise thing all the time. This is what I ate and this is how I tracked it. Done and dusted. The more a person get used to weighing portions, the easier it gets to estimate something you didn’t prepare (like at a restaurant). I do usually keep it relatively simple unless I’m especially craving something.
I asked for the dressing on the side along with the cheese and then opted for Drew's sweet potato fries to fill my fats instead of the dressing and cheese.
I’m not really one for crafts, especially when 6,394 other people want to look at the same overpriced candle and maneuver their way into that two-inch space in front of the display, but these girls make anything fun. I’m so thankful for this group of people--the guys/husbands (not pictured) are friends of Drew’s from high school and they happened to ALL marry way out of their league and we have formed quite the girl gang. Our gang is made up of teachers, nurses and and an accountant---we have different professions and interests, but can all get pretty feisty when it comes to a board game or gingerbread decorating contest. They are sweet, encouraging women who love their husbands, their churches, their families and I learn so much from each one.
