Oh. My. God.

It was about 7.30pm last night and DH saw a McDonalds ad on the TV. Suddenly he was DYING for a chocolate Sunday. I caved and said "Yeah why not!" The catch was... we had to WALK to McDonalds to get said icecream. It didn't seem that far so I strapped on my pedometer and off we went.

8km's and 2 hours later we were home again!!!!!

It was a great walk and when we eventually got to McDonalds we felt so good about our walk that we didn't even want the icecream! We ended up getting a Nudie Juice instead.

I am absolutely exhausted today - I don't know how I will function but I am so proud of myself!!

I think I burned off that alcohol from Saturday night at least