Sunday, June 16, 2013
Greetings, Sparkpeeps. 'Tis I, Blackbeard. No, not really, although sometimes I do wonder, what with all the facial waxing I've been having to do recently. Aren't hormones grand? Blah. Just wait, you twentysomethings. It will happen to you.
At any rate, this past week has been a spectacular fail in the diet and exercise department. I admit it: I'm no hero. I have massive amounts of work with very tight deadlines, impatient customers, yada yada yada. So I haven't tracked or exercised. Do I feel like le garbage? Yes. Sort of. So, I'm taking back my pirate ship from the musical instrument mutiny and heading back into the current so I can get back to pillaging the Fat Cells of the Caribbean. I mean, they're not going to pillage themselves, ya know?
Miraculously, I am still on schedule to reach my goal weight of 289, but I have NO MORE wiggle room. Zippo. Zilch. I mean, I am RIGHT on target. One false move, and Lord Admiral Scale is going to hang me from the yardarm. I have no intention of being at the mercy of the British Navy (I don't care HOW good looking they are) or my scale, so it is back to paying attention to the course for me.
I hope all of my fellow buccaneers are with me! Yarrrrrrrrrr!
(Yes, I am aware that I'm a bit early for International Talk Like a Pirate Day. But TRUE pirates don't NEED permission! Arrrrrrrrrrr!)