Now this is a tad better, even though Puppy has Exorcist eyes.
And here we are patiently waiting:
|"Mom, stop taking pictures and throw the damn thing! Gaaaahhhh!"|
I'm on day 2 of Clean-Eating and it's going really really well. I refrained from chocolate chip cookies on Monday and resisted the movie theater buttery deliciousness popcorn today. Can't wait to see what temptations arise tomorrow. Oh, ya....drinking beers at a pizza joint with my cousins. Perfect.
I'm eating a ton more complex carbs than I have for the last 3 months. It's GLORIOUS! I had brown rice and chicken stir-fry for supper tonight.....Yummertons!
Running has been craptastic this week. I've now upped my overtime hours so I'm working 10 hours a day. Trying to get to work around 6:30am and leaving around 5-5:30. By the time I get home it's 6:00pm, I throw together stupid (but really fantastic) stir-fries that I have to chop stupid veggies and saute stupid chicken. Basically I eat at 7:00pm, wash up, and am back on the computer to work on my good friend Lindsey's family pictures I took two weeks ago. (Yes Lindsey, I'm still 'almost' done with them. I swear to you I will finish before I start wearing depends and cleaning my dentures.) All that bullshit (except for the pictures part, that's fun) leads to no running time. Boo. But next week shall be better. Otherwise I will probably inflict major pain on something.
Oh and work still sucks donkey farts. Just in case you were wondering.
But this weekend is Labor Day, and you know what that means.....Lake time baby!! I'm going to try my damnedest to not drink from 11am to midnight. Maybe just noon till midnight.
And this weekend is also the first KSU football game! Can I get a: HELLZ TO THE YEAH! I'm praying to MotherdumbNature that since it is technically football season, that the weather will technically start to freaking cool off.
And can someone find a huge steel chain? I need to wrap it around my little b*tch Will Power and padlock her to my ass for tomorrow night. No beers, Laura, no beers. And no pizza either! You hear me?!
Ok, when I start 'talking' to myself through my blog, it is an official sign that I've obviously lost my small bag of pretty little round sparkling glass.
Excuse me while I go pass out from exhaustion (crazy that it's not because of alcohol, that's a first) on my new and totally plush, pillow-top springs of amazingness. Yes, my new mattress is the bomb.com. Be jealous, be very jealous.