bluebuckeye
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I'm a slacker
I've been busy at work and keep forgetting to post here. Fail fail fail.
Up a pound today, but that's because I went a little crazy at dinner last night. I have a weakness for taco salad. What can I say? I'm by myself for dinner tonight (husband is going to a friends house and expects to drink too much to drive home) so I'm hoping to eat light to make up for last night. I'm kind of looking forward too it. The house to myself, my big screen, and apples and peanut butter. Bliss.
Long run planned tonight. I had a great four mile run on Monday, a crappy three mile run on Wednesday, and I'm hoping to do another four miles (maybe four and a quarter) tonight. It'll be nice that my husband is going out so I don't feel rushed to get home for him. He's never once commented about me getting home late because of a work out, but I always feel bad when I get home later than he does. Stupid. Working out is important too. But I still rush myself.
This weekend promises to be good. We're doing a march at my alma mater tomorrow then I'm hopefully building some book cases after that. Then Sunday? Nothing. Absolutely, blissfully nothing. I needed a day off.
I've been busy at work and keep forgetting to post here. Fail fail fail.
Up a pound today, but that's because I went a little crazy at dinner last night. I have a weakness for taco salad. What can I say? I'm by myself for dinner tonight (husband is going to a friends house and expects to drink too much to drive home) so I'm hoping to eat light to make up for last night. I'm kind of looking forward too it. The house to myself, my big screen, and apples and peanut butter. Bliss.
Long run planned tonight. I had a great four mile run on Monday, a crappy three mile run on Wednesday, and I'm hoping to do another four miles (maybe four and a quarter) tonight. It'll be nice that my husband is going out so I don't feel rushed to get home for him. He's never once commented about me getting home late because of a work out, but I always feel bad when I get home later than he does. Stupid. Working out is important too. But I still rush myself.
This weekend promises to be good. We're doing a march at my alma mater tomorrow then I'm hopefully building some book cases after that. Then Sunday? Nothing. Absolutely, blissfully nothing. I needed a day off.