THURSDAY, DECEMBER 8th, 2016
11:05 AM
Nothing good lasts, hey? Despite having a fantastic game on my co ed team on Tuesday I was completely useless on my women's team last night. We played the worst team in the league so it was the perfect time for me to work on some things, show off, etc., but no. I arrived late (blonde moment) and didn't really contribute much while on the field. Oh, well.
At least my CICO intake was good. I ate a few sweets (2 Lindor chocolates and 2 cookies) before bed, but I barely ate anything all day (less than 700 calories up until my sweets fest) because I just wasn't hungry. It wasn't the most nutritious of days, but my caloric intake was low enough and my calories burned (indoor soccer is an intense sport) was high so fuck it.
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Feeling kind of... sad today.
It doesn't look like we'll be doing fuck all for NYE and that upsets me.
I wanted to
party.
I sounds so twentyomething's, but I don't feel NYE is the time to stay in, have a nice dinner, relax, etc.
We do that a lot... Pretty much every other Saturday we fine dine so a good steak or rack of lamb is nothing special to me.
I always get dressed up for these outings so again, it's not an excuse for me to look my best: I make sure I do that a lot.
For me, NYE is about getting turnt with friends of all calibers - the BFF to the frenemy - while wearing an expensive dress and drinking Crystal.
I don't have the energy to organize an event or the money to fund one so the decision to stay in was, technically, mine, but I need to prioritize my car over a night out.
I know I could make it happen, but I'm not motivated enough to put in the work it takes.
(My BFF is the organizer of our social circle and she's staying in with her daughter this year.)
I've already told my husband I will not be visiting family on NYE - neither his nor mine.
We do that a lot and as much as I love my family and merely tolerate his I don't want to sit on their couch and countdown to 2017.
We're 30... Not 65 and a night spent indoors with people in their pajamas depresses me.
I think I'll sleep through the fucking countdown.