I am a slug.
Aforementioned new job means that i can get up later. And means that i have more energy in the evening.
And, to my credit, i did come home and do some cleaning.
But i did not work out.
And i ate WAY more of the trail mix that i brought to work than I should've. WAY more.
so i'm feeling gross. and it's too late to work out.
which would be okay if i didn't aspire to be buff-er and svelt-er by the time summer rolls around. but i do. and it's a-comin.
i gave up meat for Lent, and maybe the binge is a result of not getting enough protein?
or maybe i should've given up all of those magazines that show a beautiful land where cellulite doesn't exist, and if wrinkles arise they can be airbrushed out...
or maybe, just maybe, i need to back away from the trail mix and go walking tomorrow morning.
Creaky. Creak. Creaaaaaak.
2 hours ago