We're still at the farm, but my husband went over to the new house this morning and I prevailed on him to bring back the scale. It's been two weeks (or three?) being unable to weigh myself, and while I thought I was eating carefully, who knew? Anyway, I'm down a pound and a couple of tenths. That means I made it through the whole holiday season, sweets and all. This is good on its own, but even better, suggests that when I eat what I think is sensibly, I really am eating sensibly.
We've been at the farm "for the holidays" and basically have no real reason to leave, thanks to Covid making school all online for now and my husband working remotely. The farm is nostalgic for us humans, and the cats are handling the change fine, but who is really benefiting is the dogs. In the suburbs, they have a ten-foot deep by 60 feet side yard. Here they have a fenced five acres plus the fun of invading deer and gophers to patrol. Coco (the little one) mostly gets her exercise by walking around (at least she's moving) or barking endlessly at foes. Delphie, our big girl, runs full tilt whenever inspiration strikes, whether in the form of a deer rash enough to jump over the fence, a neighbor taking a walk, or the garbage truck having the temerity to come and take away our trash. Her fave is to run the 500-foot fence line when anything happens on the road, which she does so fast that she looks like the logo on the side of a Greyhound bus. She can make it from our driveway to the corner of our field faster than the big, noisy garbage truck, which clearly delights her, and it's fun to see her run like crazy.
This adds up to not a lot of incentive to go back to the house in the school district for a while. It's a hassle to move (both getting here and moving back), and we do have wifi here. If high school weren't looming, I'd probably even be thinking about selling the house in the desirable school district, just to not be over-extended. But it doesn't seem like next year, school will be online. (I hope!)
Have a great upcoming week!