I got to say I didn't think I was going to make it. But I did it. I hurt like the dickens today but I will press through and FRED will see me tomorrow. I will rock the Body Blast Class.
I don't really have a lot to say today. I am especially tired and drained. All I really wanted was to come home, order a pizza, grab a brownie, cookie or Hunk-o-cake and veg out. Instead I came home, empty the dishwasher, put away dishes, filled it up, cooked Ainsley's dinner, cooked my dinner and finally got to sit down to eat. It was good but it wasn't pizza or cake.
D. says if our next weigh in is good we may get to have a cheat meal next Saturday (which is good because we will be celebrating Steve-o's B-day). I would love to actually taste the wonderful ice cream cake I will be getting for him.
But I got to pick it up this week. I know, I know- I said that last week. But our 2nd car died (forever) so know we are down to 1. Steve needed it this week so he had to take me to work. That meant no spinning for me. So this week I am going to try to get there.
HIGH POINT: Slipping into a pair of blue jeans I haven't work in 2 years. (mind you they are still not down a size)
LOW POINT: Missing my a.m. workout.
Misty "Zilch Dropping" Lowe