This week is going to be a leftover week as five out of seven days will see me working night shifts. B will be with mom for those nights and only Tuesday and Wednesday will have us both at home for supper. Last week we fired up the barbeque and had hotdogs (I know, evil stuff) and burgers. It was so nice to have my own barbeque going on instead of just smelling other barbeques in the neighbourhood. I had a burger and a hotdog; BBQ’d is the only way I’ll eat a hotdog. Growing up, all the hotdogs were boiled and I have very un-fond memories of Kraft Dinner with two boiled weiners for lunch. You had to have at least one and you had to eat it all. I will never eat another boiled or nuked hotdog as long as I live.

Monday: leftover pasta with from-scratch sauce
Tuesday: Mexican Lasagna
Wednesday: BBQ hotdogs
Thursday: leftover chicken pot pie from the freezer
Friday: leftover lasagna
Saturday:  leftover soup from the freezer
Sunday: leftover lasagna

I’m off for a quick nap now before night shift. When I wake up I have to wash my hair (since bedhead will result) and take the laundry off the line. My boyfriend and I went for a good-paced walk this morning with no particular destination in mind. Gmaps Pedometer tells me that we walked 8.33 kilometres (5.2 miles) so I think that is pretty good. I need to get out walking more. These 15 pounds are not going to go away by themselves. We left at 9:40 and, after stopping off at the clinic for him to get an immunization shot at 11:15 (we were there for about 25 to 30 minutes) and going into the garden centre to pick up some more peat pellets, arrived back home around noon. Now I’m all full of fresh air and sunshine and hopefully I’ll sleep like a log on my nap.