I often dread Sundays... I feel a bit like Pollyanna in that there's always a sermon to get through at some part of the day. Todays offerings would no doubt include veganism and the stupidity of it. Lunch at my mams house... it's always a winner!
I did my deadlifts early on, as Luke had expressed an interest in coming to use our gym in the loft with his friend Jack on the afternoon. I did a lighter session (although completed 50 squats during this time...35 of them at 50KG, which was rather tiring after a couple of weeks off). My foot was brilliant today too. I didn't even feel injured, so I'm looking forward to tomorrow when I get to run further.
I went over to my mams a bit earlier than usual as we had had a power cut at home. Within minutes I was called to the kitchen and she asked which ingredients in the gravy (that I can no longer use) were no good. I pointed out the milk factor and she sat looking at another brand and asked if it was OK for me... it was! My dad then made a joke about something and asked could I have margarine.... No! ... "Oh! OK then, I'll mash the potato and take yours out before I put the margarine in then!", he said... seemingly totally unbothered. As Graeme and I washed a few pots and pans, we acknowledged that they were finally over it and things were back to normal. I was most relieved.
In a similar vein to the vegetarian 'bombshell' I seem to have dropped on them last year, they had a bit of a whinge at me, wondered if I would die of malnutrition, decided I probably wouldn't, and put it behind them. I'm glad that's over with now!
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