Thursday, December 01, 2011
Today was The Big Day. So even while it's not that big of a deal in the band world because everybody gets promoted to E-4, there was still an air of "This is something special." Maybe because I'm finally the same rank as my colleagues, or maybe because it's the first promotion we receive, but people asked me all morning if I was excited about getting frocked.
Yes, yes I was!
The double-edged sword was that my husband couldn't get a substitute job for today. So, while it would have been nice to have him earning another $70 today, especially with the holidays coming up, it was pretty awesome to have him pin on my eagles. Then, to both of our surprises, the lieutenant presented my husband an award for being so supportive in my career. I don't know if it's super special or not, but a colleague who got frocked about a month ago asked me if I knew the award was coming. He's married, too, but his wife didn't pin on the collar devices. As far as I know, she didn't get an award. We're the only newbies who are married, and the only thing we can think is that my husband and I were married before I joined, so maybe he got some props. It's really nice, all done up on fancy paper and set in the kind of book you would receive a diploma in. Very cool!
So, I did a very odd thing last night: I went running at 2:30am. This requires a lengthy explanation.
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, up until about dinner I had eaten pretty well. A half jar of Sunbutter isn't well, but it could have been worse. The big problem, though, was all the stress I ended up with. Obviously I was feeling hungrier than normal, which makes me cranky. Morning rehearsal for the Christmas concert was rocky to say the least -- we sounded bad, and everybody was blaming everybody. It was like we had all entered The Twilight Zone. My lunch left me useless, and then when my woodwind quintet rehearsed that afternoon, nobody was into it. We spent half our rehearsal just venting about the morning's concert band rehearsal!
I was pretty excited to get home as soon as possible, get dinner going, and put up the tree with hubby. When I got there, he was just about on his way out the door to play racquetball. That was fine, but I would have liked to know. He said he was going to play at 4, and I told him that was okay because dinner would take about two hours and he wasn't going to be forever. But then he commented that nobody would be showing up to play with him until 4:30, and I had a moment of, "Okay, hold the fort." If he plays for an hour, and I know his hours are on the longer side and I account for travel time, there's a good chance he wouldn't be home until 6:30. So he agreed that he would be home before 6:00pm.
So I made dinner, which was basically a beef stew made with some red wine. I decided to try a local real red wine instead of just some grocery store cooking wine, and I have to admit, there's no comparison. I'll cook with cheap wine, sure, but I'll only cook with drinking wine. Hubby came home, we had dinner, we shared the leftover wine, we had a few more drinks together, we chit-chatted, we succumbed to munchies, and then we ended up in some really dumb argument. For some reason when big things happen, our emotions run high and we end up in fights. I think the last time we argued was right when I graduated from Navy music school. And again, it was a dumb argument.
We finally called truce and went to bed around 10pm, but it took us a little bit to come down off all our retarded emotions and talk logically. I didn't fall asleep until 11:00pm. I still had my alarm set to go off at 5:00am.
I got up twice for water, the second time around 2:00am. I couldn't get comfortable, my mind was spinning, and I decided I could do one of two things. I could lay there for an hour trying to force myself to sleep, then wake up at 5:00am exhausted, barely able to open my eyes, and cursing myself for deciding to run that morning, or I could take advantage of my insomnia and do something that would burn off some of whatever was keeping me awake. So I got into my workout gear and hit the road at 2:35am. I ran six miles. They were slower miles, a little over a 9:00 pace, and they were crampy from all the food and drink, but I felt infinitely better about myself when I was done and significantly more grounded.
Hubby never noticed that I left, but he noticed when I came back. I snuggled up, he woke up, and we had a really nice, lovely, sleepy conversation until we both fell asleep. I woke up at 6:30am with my husband, glad that the sun was beginning to rise and all I had to do was take a shower and get dressed. I was even going to skip breakfast. I felt very relaxed, instead of being rushed to get my workout in, get my shower in, get breakfast in, and maybe say good morning to my husband before I flew out the door. It worked for me.
I do not plan on making that a regular habit!
But given an odd, stressful situation, it really worked in both of our favors. It was one of the best nights I've had in forever, and being able to run in the dark, no cars, no pedestrians, and no music was like meditation. It was just me, my feet on the pavement, and my thoughts, which clearly needed some sorting.
I'm all for the ideas behind a program like CrossFit, but sometimes there is nothing like a good, long run. It must be "runner's high," because there is something about a good, long cardio session that makes me happy. I'm happy after cycling classes, and I'm happy after long, easy runs. I can't do just weights, and I can't do just cardio. So while I enjoy CrossFit, regular good cardio is also where it's at for me.
Today, after work, hubby went out with me and the rest of my uniforms to a tailor several towns over. I told her that I was sent there by a friend who said she could put my devices on my uniforms a lot quicker and a lot friendlier than the people at the uniform store. That made the little Portuguese (I think) lady smile, and she took three uniform shirts, a cap, and a parka, and said I could pick them up on Saturday. Whoa!!! Talk about quick service! Since hubby and I are both out of town that day -- I have the gig in New Jersey and hubby is going hunting for real this time -- I said I would pick them up on Monday and she said that was perfectly fine. Assuming she does it correctly, I will go to her every time I need an alteration!
Hubby and I came home, started to warm dinner up slowly, and put up our tree and decorations. Several of our ornaments broke when they were shipped, but all we had were a few bulk packages of ornaments from Target. We only have one "real" ornament, and that came with us separately since we bought it just before I went to boot camp. Our tree was sparse enough as it was, though, before the few ornaments broke, so we need to go out and buy another Target special. But we have a nice, elaborate Santa figurine and a Nutcracker out, and on our mantle we have two stockings, two reindeer, a holly berry garland, and that stinking little partridge. Our coffee table has a wreath that is supposed to go around a big pillar candle. I'm thinking of buying a battery-operated one since we're not allowed to burn candles in this apartment. All-in-all, it feels like Christmas.
And now, it's time to tighten up my diet and do more running. I haven't really been on track since around my PRT, about a month ago, and it's starting to show. I'm not going to do it by counting calories, though. I'm going to do it by exercising the kind of moderation that I know I can do. I've armed myself with a note card that lists different things that I can do to stay on track. It's a trick out of the "Burn the Fat, Feed the Muscle" book that I'm going to take seriously. You write affirmations on a card and read them regularly to remind yourself why you're doing what you're doing. Mine are things like, "I'm glad I stick to meats, veggies, and some fruit because of how good it makes me feel," and "I'm thankful that I have a body capable of running." Stuff like that. It's cheesy, but I noticed that if I've been good for a while, I actually forget that I've set a goal. I have too much of a cheat day and then go, "Oh yeah, I told myself that if I made it to Thanksgiving without a cheat day, I'd treat myself to a facial. Poop."
Well, Christmas is only 25 days away. If I just remember that good food makes me feel good, I'll be in awesome shape for our honeymoon. I'm already there, I just need to take off a little holiday weight.
But this time, I'm not counting calories. It's about time that I accept the fact that I know what healthy portions feel like, or that there will always be another day to have chocolate chip cookies.
I was going to log on to the University of North Texas website and watch a live streaming of their wind ensemble concert tonight. Every once in a while I have dreams about being in that ensemble again, or bumping into the director randomly, or being on tour with the Navy and being conducted by the director. Those are some of my fondest musical memories. I'm so tired, though, after getting probably only four hours of sleep. I might lay in bed, log in, and if by some miracle I'm still awake when the concert starts, watch a bit of it. But for now, it's time to get cleaned up and curl up between the sheets.
I know, it's only 7:00pm...
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tomorrow I'm getting promoted! Yay! If hubby doesn't get a sub job for tomorrow, he'll be allowed to come in and pin on my crows!
Okay, in the music world, being promoted from a seaman to a petty officer isn't a big deal because all of us start off as E-3s and get automatically promoted because of our educational backgrounds coming in (college instead of high school), but in the Big Navy, it's a Big Deal. So I'm really excited!
Plus it means more money! Not much, I think just $100 a month, but I'm looking at putting half of that toward a retirement fund, since we are managing well enough on my current income. I don't see it as having more money, I see it as having more future money.
The trick is getting my uniforms changed on time. The pins for my tan shirt were easy -- an E-5 just handed me her old E-4 pins. The dress blue jacket, though, isn't supposed to be done until Monday, but I told them I needed to wear the jacket on Saturday. So they were like, okay, it'll be done on Saturday. Well, no, in order to wear it on Saturday, I need it on Friday. They were NOT happy about that and charged me an extra $2.50. Poop. I will take the rest of my uniforms to a tailor a few towns over who will do it for quicker and cheaper. Had I only known...
Yesterday, I had a wicked productive day. I practiced, I played some jazz licks with hubby (I'm just learning how to improvise, which is both scary and fun), I made five chapters of note cards for my next promotion exam, I cleaned, I cooked, I was all-around Super Woman. I knew that meant that today I would be worthless, and I was right. I did Insanity in the morning, had a rough rehearsal with the band today, ended up adding a banana and Sunbutter to my lunch this afternoon, had more rehearsal, came home, started cooking dinner, and that's it. I just burned myself out yesterday, but I decided to run with it since I had the motivation. That's okay, I'm sure after tomorrow's frocking ceremony, I'll have all the motivation in the world!
Here's hoping at this time next year, I'll be wearing new pins again!
Monday, November 28, 2011
Well, all the food aside, I had a wonderful time with my family this weekend. After Thursday's morning Insanity workout, I decided to make Friday my rest day. I practiced a little in the morning, then at noon my mom and I had appointments for pedicures. We just went to a local place, but the service was really nice, and they made a point to make sure we went together. We didn't plan it, but my mom walked away with O.P.I.'s new bright red glittery nail polish, and I walked away with the green.
I know the day after Thanksgiving marks official "Christmas Season," but I didn't intend to embrace it so blatantly. But the polishes were so pretty...!
After a quick stop home for lunch, we then went shopping. My mom is a self-proclaimed bad gift-giver, and my dad is the most impossible person on the planet to shop for, so they've developed a system where they each go out and buy the one thing they want and then wrap it up and say it was from the other. In my dad's case, he took hubby out to MicroCenter and bought himself an iPad2. My mom wants a Coach purse and wanted my opinion, so we went to the ritzy mall and looked at Coach purses... and a Christmas store. I walked away with a bronzed partridge, and my mom walked away with a black-and-orange owl ornament (yes, it was supposed to be for Halloween, but my dad LOVES owls) and a pretty glass snowflake ornament. I wouldn't have bought the partridge except that we were absolutely buying the owl, so why the heck not? So now I have a partridge on my mantle!
On Saturday, I did another Insanity workout. The workout STILL kicks my butt after four weeks, but I can tell it's because I'm pushing myself harder. Then hubby and I went out to a sports bar to watch the OSU-Michigan game. Unfortunately we lost, but I wasn't surprised or really heartbroken. OSU won seven straight years of match-ups with Michigan, and I kinda wanted Michigan to win a game here and there so that it remained a rivalry! What's a rivalry if you win all the time?
Besides, we lost our head coach this year. But next year, we have Urban Meyer, the former coach for University of Florida who absolutely ROLLED us in the national championship game a few years ago. People say that his style of coaching won't work in the Big Ten, but I say if it defeated the best team in the Big Ten in the national championship, then I have faith his style will work. Now I just have to get tickets to a home game next year. Hubby's never been, and any Ohio Stater really should have at least one experience seeing a game in the Shoe!
The bar involved a lot of wings, a lot of kettle chips, and a lot of beer. We left at halftime, and watching the second half at home involved a lot of pumpkin cake and a killer food coma once we lost. I managed to eat dinner: my dad made meatloaf, we had extra sweet potato fries and green bean casserole, and we had a salad dressing that my dad made from one of those seasoning packets. He added white wine vinegar to it, and it was amazing!
Sunday involved breakfast (I had a veggie omelette and some turkey sausage) and then a long drive back to Newport. The drive was supposed to be about 11 hours, but with extra stops for stretching and eating, plus some traffic headed toward Boston, it really took us more like 12 hours. We were dog-tired when we got in, and then to add insult to injury my command scheduled physical training this morning!
i have not weighed myself since the last day in Cleveland. I was up about three pounds from where I was when I arrived, or up about 5 lbs. from where I think I'm comfortable. But again, I'm not counting calories. So, to update for today, I had two Applegate chicken and apple sausages, scrambled egg whites (we were out of whole eggs, boo), and an apple for breakfast, lunch was some chopped lamb, spinach, and leftover tahini dressing, a bunch of sugar snap peas and a sizeable handful of walnuts for a snack, and dinner was turkey burgers that I seasoned with fresh sage and thyme, topped with a quick-n-easy cranberry sauce (easy=1 tbsp. butter, or in my case, coconut spread, 1 cup cranberries, simmered until saucy, with a pinch of salt and whatever sweetener to taste, perhaps jelly or honey... yeah, easy), a side of pureed cauliflower and parsnip, and some steamed carrots. All-in-all, though, dinner took longer to make than I think it was worth. Steaming carrots and boiling parsnips until they're soft enough to puree actually takes a lot of time. My husband disagrees. He really likes it and wants me to make more cranberry sauce for the leftover burgers tomorrow. But anyway, once I ate the carrots, my stomach told me it was definitely done eating! I'm hungry now, but it's 8:30pm and I'm so freaking tired that I think half my hunger is just exhaustion left over from yesterday's travel.
Oh, I have an important announcement to make:
MY PARENTS BOUGHT ME A FOOD DEHYDRATOR FOR CHRISTMAS!!!
Yes there it is. My mom said I must've said I wanted a dehydrator about 15 times, and by the 13th she was like, "Okay, I get the point, you want a dehydrator." Mmmmm... I can't wait to make veggie chips! That's mostly what it's going to get used for. That and I will probably dehydrate soaked nuts at some point, but mostly I'm going to make veggie chips. My husband loves beet chips so much, but the Terra ones are pretty flavorless, IMHO. I have tried and failed to make my own chips in the oven, so I can't wait to get going on this! Dried snap peas, dried carrots, dried zucchini, OM-NOM-NOM! And homemade jerky! The kind that is the appropriate amount of dry and has a good marinade. I can't wait!
Oh, that reminds me, I should get on updating tomorrow's grocery list. Yikes!
Thursday, November 24, 2011
I'm happily in Cleveland with my family this weekend. We had a wonderful day with my family -- my dad brined a turkey breast overnight, and I swear it had to be the most fabulous turkey I've ever eaten! We also had sweet potato wedges, regular bread stuffing, my rice stuffing (my mom loved it), green bean casserole, roasted squash, and steamed carrots. Yum yum yum! Oh, and we had lingonberries to put on the turkey (instead of cranberry sauce -- so much better!)
The rice stuffing came from Muscle & Fitness Hers of all places, and it's a keeper. The only change I made was to use a brown and wild rice mix instead of plain brown rice. It had brown rice, some kind of sweet brown rice, wild rice, black rice, all kinds of good stuff. I cooked it up in chicken broth, and my dad had me add a little bit of extra water because in his experience those slow-cooking grains need more than a 2:1 ratio of water to rice. I've cooked slow-cooking rice before and found that I start at 2:1 and then just add a little water as needed, but since I did have to add water, I heeded my dad's advice. I didn't end up with fluffy rice, I ended up with something like gruel that we had to strain a little, but honestly it ended up sticking together almost like a casserole... or stuffing. So, I'd say a little wetter is better!
The grocery store didn't have jars of roasted chestnuts. They had whole chestnuts that you could buy in bulk, but I had no desire to roast them, so I used pecans instead. Last time I made it, I used walnuts, but I decided pecans were a more "fall" food. Aside from that, it had slivered almonds, sauteed carrots, celery, and onion, dried cranberries, and some parsley, sage, and thyme. I think I was right in changing to a more complex rice mixture: it made it all nutty and rich and what I imagined the recipe would taste like. It doesn't really taste like stuffing, but it tastes like a warm, nutty pile of fall. Delicious!
My dad's delicata squashes were baked long enough that they started to brown and ended up super-sweet and delicious, and he steamed carrots with just a little bit of honey. They were very simple, but again super-tasty. The sweet potato wedges ended up a little under-cooked, but they will make a good accompaniment to leftover turkey.
I think the leftover turkey will last tomorrow, and that will be it. I told my dad, yeah, the green bean casserole may have needed a little more time (I disagreed and thought it was tasty) along with the sweet potatoes, but when you have *The Most Amazing Turkey Breast Ever* a small mistake in side dishes is forgivable. But when you have a dry turkey, nobody cares how great the sides are, even if they're all perfect. That's my perception.
For dessert, my parents made their favorite pumpkin cake. It's become a classic. Theirs has cream cheese topping, and they leave some plain for me. My mom is becoming curious about my dairy alternatives, mostly because I get excited and share with them when I find another amazing alternative. She was surprised to hear that vegan culture has opened the doors for many non-dairy alternatives and that now with rising awareness of food sensitivities, the market for allergy-free foods is increasing. Who knows, next time the pumpkin cake might be topped with dairy-free cream cheese and the cream of mushroom soup might be the odd vegan kind. But I'm not worrying about it.
I did eat the green bean casserole, in spite of the cream of mushroom soup. But my mom was pretty adamant about not letting me treat myself to pumpkin cake with frosting, since I'd treated myself to the casserole. I wasn't even mad about that -- yay Mom! She didn't force the issue, she just said that I didn't want my face to break out in two weeks, and, well, she's right.
I got all excited for a bit there because I thought maybe I had gained some muscle and that's why my weight was up when my clothes still fit. Then my husband hopped on the scale at the gym and freaked out because he gained 10 lbs. So when we got to my house in Cleveland, I stepped on the scale and sure enough, I hadn't really gained any weight, except the occasional fluctuating pound or two, and my husband hadn't gained any weight either. It's the same scale my parents have had for years, so unless it's gone bad, I'm assuming it's at least an accurate measure of my relative weight.
Funny story. My husband and I have been trying CrossFit workouts to get used to the exercises. We are definitely not going for weight or time. Well, yesterday we decided to try a GHD Wallball and 2-fer-1 squats. We modified it because a GHD situp, which involves fully extending backward on an appropriate gizmo, can seriously injure you if you don't do them regularly. Having never done them, we opted for the regular sit-up version of the wallball and threw the ball to each other. It pretty much burned my arms and my abs. It was alternated with a move where you take the ball, squat, and then throw it up the wall to about 10' as if you were doing an overhead press, and then before the ball comes back down you squeeze in another quick squat and then catch the ball, so you end up with two squats for each ball toss. The coordination on that is trickier than you'd think, especially once you get tired. My husband had the right idea. When his coordination was off, he dropped the ball. I had the wrong idea. I still tried to catch the ball when my coordination was a little off. On the very last rep of the whole workout, I caught the ball with my hands... and my face! The shock was so bad that it felt like I hit the BACK of my head against a wall, even though there was nothing behind me! I checked my nose to make sure it wasn't broken, and then when my husband looked at me, he just stared because the whole right side of my face was bright red. I felt that shock for a few hours!
I knew CrossFit was intense, but seriously?! Wow!
For what it's worth, though, the workout was intense, but I didn't feel totally wiped out by it. I just felt pretty good until my husband dropped me off at the band hall and I realized every muscle in my body was twitching. Or when I tried to do my Insanity Plyo today and felt like dying the whole time.
Today might have involved a lot of calories, but tomorrow will still be a rest day! Yikes!
Finally, I just wanted to say that today, my parents, husband, and I set up a webcam and did a Google video call with my brother in San Francisco. I think he was a little bummed that he couldn't make it out for Thanksgiving, but he's only been there maybe two weeks. For anybody who has long-distance relatives, I would highly recommend it. We all sat at the dining table with the computer and were able to have a long family conversation. I loved it.
I hope that as we get older, with all this fun technology, we can stay close in spite of our distance. We're not a super-tight family, but sometimes moments like that make me realize how much we do actually enjoy each others' company. It's a true case of absence makes the heart grow fonder. We're never around each other enough to drive each other nuts! So again, video chatting is highly recommended.
Well, happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Friday, November 18, 2011
Is insatiable. Well, that's not true. Sticking with only whole foods, at my current level of activity, I hit "done" somewhere between 2,000-3,000 calories. Yeah, that much. I haven't taken off the 5 lbs. that I put on around my PRT, but my skinny black jeans are feeling more comfortable recently. I suppose it's possible that I'm putting on muscle or keeping muscle in spite of all the cardio. Or maybe it's all the cardio that is making my hunger so insatiable. I dunno, I can't seem to fill up, but once I reach a certain point, I'm definitely done.
The one thing I noticed, though, is that I've strayed a bit from making vegetables the main focus of my eating. Today I had a scramble with egg whites, one egg, some leftover beef and sausage mix, some pepper and onion blend, and a bit of venison sausage on the side. It's honestly more meat than I want to eat at breakfast, but I had to use up the beef and sausage blend somehow. I added the venison sausage in the hopes of feeling full for a long time.
It worked. I didn't feel the need to eat my BBQ pork jerky or my macadamia nuts, but when lunch hit, I not only ate my salad, I ate the pork and the nuts. That's when I noticed the imbalance. I think I should have veggies to munch on during the day, also. Jerky and nuts are fine, but I should be able to munch on one or the other and be full because the rest of my hunger is satiated by veggies.
We had a long day at the band hall today because the admiral is going to be in on Monday morning. Since we are our own cleaning crew, we spent the entire afternoon scrubbing down the building. My normal 3pm ending time was extended to 3:40pm. Then I hit the gym, lifted some weights, did an hour on the stationary bike, and then hit the commissary for a Promax bar and a bunch of veggies and salsa to munch on.
When I came home, hubby had good news and bad news. He wanted to know which I wanted to hear first. So I went with the bad news: Hubby thinks he accidentally stepped on the edge of my laptop while making the bed this morning, because the screen is cracked. FAIL! That stressed me out a bit, so I stress-ate some raw snap peas. Not fail.
The good news is that he had an interview with another school district to get on the substitute teaching list. We thought it was awfully self-righteous of them, holding interviews just to SUBSTITUTE teach. Well, it turns out that they like consistency in their schools, so they only put about 15-18 subs on their list, and they've set up their automated system so that the sub jobs can only be seen online by those who are on "the list." Hubby got an interview because they had a sub opening. A school in East Providence was looking for someone to teach science and called this district to see if they had any subs available who were qualified and interested in taking the position. They did, in fact, so she is going to teach full-time in East Providence, and hubby now has another district to sub for. He was told in his interview that he would probably sub there every other day. Given how much he was subbing in Newport, that's fabulous! We can probably expect him to get a job every day, and the principal even alluded to the fact that one of their math teachers is having problems with illness in the family and might have a "permanent substitute" position opening up. Those things often lead to full-time jobs, or if the situation with the teacher who just moved up to East Providence is any example, this district turns a lot of subs into full-time teachers in other areas. That's the rumor we heard, but it was interesting to see that they behave in a manner consistent with that rumor. I'm not keeping my fingers crossed that hubby will get a full-time position yet, but I'm definitely excited for the prospect.
We ate some pumpkin lasagna for dinner tonight. By pumpkin lasagna, I really mean a concoction of spaghetti squash, zucchini, Italian chicken sausage, and some pumpkin cheese thing. The real recipe for pumpkin lasagna calls for real cheese, but I decided to try this vegan cashew cheese recipe I found online. It turned out really good! It doesn't taste like cheese at all, but it's the right consistency. I mixed the appropriate amount of pumpkin puree into it and used it as a layer on the "noodles." I think it's heavenly. My husband thinks he likes real cheese better, but it's pretty darn good as it is. Whatever. That stuff tastes like pure comfort food.
I'm not sure I was even really hungry, but I munched on some raw zucchini and salsa. Then I practiced a bit. Then I got for real hungry (I seem to get hungry when I practice) and decided to try my bag of Go Raw Chocolate Super-Cookies.
They are amazing! I'm glad hubby had already tried some, because I devoured the bag. He thought they were "okay." I was in heaven. Mmmmmm, coconut, sesame seeds, dates, and cocoa, in that order. Absolute heaven. I think it was the mix of coconut and chocolate that did it for me.
I tried one of the gingersnap ones that I picked up. Again, it was delicious, but it had a strong bite of fresh ginger that hits you after you've eaten the cookie. Hubby didn't like it so much. I thought, mmmmmm... ginger...
So those are highly recommended.
And yes, my calorie count topped off at about 2500 for the day. Wow.
I think that's about what I ended up eating at boot camp. But once again, I am going to refocus on snacking on more vegetables and keeping my meats lean.
We were supposed to go out to hubby's friend's place this weekend to hunt for a deer or a turkey. We were making all these plans and then today, the friend called to tell hubby the plans were off. He had forgotten that he was going with his wife to a wool festival. I like how we had been making these plans all week, and apparently hubby's friend waited until today to tell his wife. Way to go. And how he forgot that he had plans with his family. Double way to go. How about epic fail?
I'm a little miffed. I was looking forward to a weekend out. Maybe we'll invite some people over for dinner tomorrow. I dunno, I wasn't planning for dinner, don't know what I would make, none of that. Epic. Fail.
Well, that's all I have for now. I just can't decide whether I should cut back on the cardio and see if that cuts back my appetite, or if I should keep this up and see what happens. I hope not weight gain!
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