Remember how I said I would only drink one night a week????
Weeeeeellllllllll, it's going to have to be two nights a week.
I forgot about 'Cousin's Night'. Which is every Tuesday. And since yesterday was Tuesday......I may have had some beers. Just a few.
Since that heifer, two-faced, hussy Miss Youcankissmyassyouwillneverhaveme Willpower clearly tends to allude me whenever I come face to face with a tall frosty beer mug, I have decided to just make life a little easier by saying I can have beers two nights a week. Every Tuesday and Saturday nights. That's still better than the 5 nights a week that I was rocking just last week.
On a better note: I have worked out 4 times this week! 4 times in 3 days! Boom! That's a total of $34 bucks in the bank for my new Toms (for the last 3 weeks). I worked out twice yesterday....all before 7am! Woop Woop!
And today, I did a little interval action. Because, lets face it, sweating out the night's previously drank golden hued alcoholic beverage of choice is going to be straight up murder whether you're doing a solid run at 6 mph or short spasms of energy at 7 mph followed by the glorious slow down moment at 5 mph. So I picked intervals. Meh, why not. I dig torture. Bring it on.
And boy howdy did I do some sweatin'.