2) I was doing OK with my eating until I was STARVING on the way home and the hubbs called and asked me to pick up Popeye's for him and before I knew it a biscuit and popcorn chicken completely disappeared from the bag by the time I got home. The chicken tenders managed to escape the carnage.
3) Small dog could care less about my workout, my eating, or this blog in general.
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| Mom, type softly so you don't wake me up. |
Some easy, recovery learnings:
- Loud running clothing is absolutely beautiful to me. Life is too short to wear boring clothing.
- It was either eat my arm off or eat the popcorn chicken, I swears.
- If you're in my house for any length of time, you'll be sharing your personal space with an animal at some point. You don't get a choice about that.
- Hubbs has no choice but to listen to the scary story podcasts I blast while I'm treadmilling.
Tomorrow's workout: Total body weights--it's barbell time.
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