Sometimes before Dan and I go to bed I will read my current book out loud to him until he falls asleep. Most of the time that is within a few minutes because Dan isn't into Young Adult Science Fiction like I am.
Last night I read the last few chapters of The Paris Wife.
This was a novel about Ernest Hemingway and his first wife, Hadley Richardson and their marriage together from her point of view. Up until the end, the story was very interesting, and relatively upbeat. But even though I knew how the story ended, reading about divorce out loud to Dan was unbelievably sad. By the end we were both crying like babies. I haven't cried that much about a book since Where the Red Fern Grows. OK, maybe during the first part of New Moon.
I starting reading The Paris Wife for Julie's book club and was supposed to have it finished it by March 1st. Fail. You can read her review *here*. Next month is The Secret Life of CeeCee Wilkes.
Yesterday I completed a treadmill workout that kicked my booty.
Yesterday I treated myself to a restaurant breakfast, which didn't end up being a treat at all because I was hungry an hour after I ate it. I tend to forget that in general food is cheaper, tastier, and keeps me full longer if I make it at home.
Lunch was the last of the salad of champions ingredients. See you in a few months.
My boyfriend Joe chopped up some fruit for me to snack on throughout the day.
Dinner was leftover veggie lasagna heated up by Dan while I was watching MU kick some butt.
Thought for the day
Daily Points (31) + Activity Points (6) - Eating Points ( 33)
Weekly Points (49) - Mon (0) - Tues (10) - Wed (0) + Thurs (4) = 43