Oh man, what a freakin workout last night. As I get to the gym, a couple of guys have finished their workout (which is a really tough workout) and one of the guys goes out the front door and pukes. I've done the workout before, and I knew it was going to be tough, but they're all tough. Partway through my workout my mouth is completely dry from breathing so hard...and afterwards, I came the closest I have ever come to puking after a workout. I never have been a puker, and I have pushed myself very hard. Wow, that was intense.
Food was ok yesterday (well except for the sausage part of the breakfast sandwich), I had a decent amount of vegetables (still needs improvement, but not bad).
On an unrealated note, I recently met the most amazing girl. I am stupid-happy right now. And I think that this could work out really, really well.