OK, not admitting to yesterday's numbers, because they're wrong. My dinner was comprised of frozen yogurt from one of these trendy frozen yogurt places that are springing up all over (this one was in Morristown), with mango and banana spooned over it and a little caramel sauce, followed (rather oddly) by the Ruby Tuesday's Veggie Trio with Salad Bar (I didn't eat many of the sugar snap peas, which were overdone to the point of mush, but the grilled green beans and steamed broccoli were yummy). I have no idea what the calorie count on any of these things was, and am hesitant to estimate. My overall impression is that yes, I went over my calorie count, but I did it with predominantly healthy things, so I'm not feeling too terribly guilty about it. I didn't quite make my step total, not because I didn't get enough walking in in the evening (I walked my apartment complex walking paths while waiting for my friend to arrive, then we wandered the streets of Morristown for some time; I got plenty of evening walking in) but because I was obsessed with jewelry ideas all day at work and was a big, desk-bound lump all day. Basically, I made none of my numbers yesterday. I didn't even get enough sleep, even though I was in bed at 11:30pm and stayed in bed until 7:15 this morning; apparently, I didn't sleep well. Per the Body Cop, I got about 6:29, which is what I got all week anyway, more or less.
I didn't exercise, either. I came to the conclusion that Friday was going to be my day of rest. I'm OK with that.
Given that I got up so early today, you'd think I'd have accomplished something so far today (It's 10:30, now); you would be wrong. I've been sitting at the computer on my dining room table, eating breakfast, drinking coffee, and downloading things: software to determine the BPMs on all my music so I can make walking playlists from it, and all of my recent Amazon mp3 purchases that have, up till now, been happily living in my cloud drive.
At some point in the near future, I'll get off my butt, and put on workout clothes, and get my day started. But it's been nice being in my pj's for several hours.
Here's what I went to Morristown to get:
There were two other pieces, but one doesn't count (It was a finished piece that they already had, that I stuck a decal and a couple of pieces of dichro on), and one came out quite nicely but was also the very belated Christmas present of the friend I was in Morristown WITH, so I don't have a picture of it because I gave it to her. It came out nicely enough, though - it was a piece of what I thought was red-orange dichro, with a clear piece with what I thought were yellow dichro hearts on it. Ultimately, it turned out to be a piece of yellow dichro, with a clear bit with bluish dichro hearts on it. Not sure how that happened, but it looked pretty, anyway.
I'm really quite proud of this one, though. Again, not the colors I thought I was going to have; the scales were orange before firing, and the dichro stripes at the bottom were red; now the scales are yellow, and the stripes are orangey yellow with blue highlights.
Apparently, dichro doesn't always do what you think it's going to, once it fires.
Still... I think it's kinda gorgeous.
I SO need a kiln.
And lots and lots of money for glass.
And a studio.
And someone to teach me how to use a kiln.
If I can do this, when I don't really know what I'm doing...?!
OK, I've got work to do. I've got exercise to do, I've got cleaning to do, and I've got epoxy clay and crystals to play with. Though according to my friend, because I'm not a member in good standing with the bead society, yet, I may not make it in to the display. That's cool - I'll still have made something, in the end. That's what matters - the motivation to get something DONE. Otherwise I don't do anything.
After all, that's what the Body Cop is for, too. ;-)
Have a great day, everyone.