Payday. I need a raise. 
Jesus HELL, I kicked my own ass at the gym last night. I've been reading a lot of good articles about reverse training lately. That is, strength training first, THEN cardio. SO I tried it last night. While I felt that my strength training was more thorough, it was near impossible to get through my cardio afterwards. And since cardio is my main focus right now (the belly rolls aren't cute) I was kinda pissed. Plus, I'm super extra fucking sore today. So, back to my regular regimen.
Last night was interesting. I got home from the gym around 9, and Dan had already eaten. So I made myself the usual dinner - chopped romaine hearts with sauteed tofu and a sprinkle of parmesean cheese, with balsamic vinegarette. MMmm. I prepared it, put it all on a big ol' dinner plate to enjoy, and parked my sore ass on the futon to watch Larry Elder. As usual, the cats gathered 'round, hoping for a morsel of people food. I made myself clear, that they were cats and that they don't get people food. Just when I thought it was safe, Poe decided that leaping from the top of the futon directly into the plate on my lap, causing my salad to fly all over the living room, was a great idea. I had barely taken three bites, and my delicious dinner was all over the place, being devoured by misebehaving cats. I flipped out, naturally, and Poe ran for his life. I was thoroughly pissed off while I cleaned it up and vaccumed. By the time it was all clean, I was so grumpy that I didn't even want to make myself another salad - I settled for a yogurt instead. I thought, hey - I don't need the calories anyhow.
This didn't turn out to be such a wise idea, considering the mean pot addiction I have. Nothin' like turkey pastrami and lowfat havarti on whole wheat with honey mustard and mayo at FUCKING MIDNIGHT.
I woke up this morning feeling a little
. But it's my own damn fault.
On a lighter note, tonight's the Engagement Bowling Extravaganza/Boozy Presidential Revolt party. I'm looking forward to it. I'll have to remind Dan to pick up some Chaser.
Have a great weekend, loves.
COUNTDOWN TO WEEKEND OF ROMANCE: 6 days!!
Jesus HELL, I kicked my own ass at the gym last night. I've been reading a lot of good articles about reverse training lately. That is, strength training first, THEN cardio. SO I tried it last night. While I felt that my strength training was more thorough, it was near impossible to get through my cardio afterwards. And since cardio is my main focus right now (the belly rolls aren't cute) I was kinda pissed. Plus, I'm super extra fucking sore today. So, back to my regular regimen.
Last night was interesting. I got home from the gym around 9, and Dan had already eaten. So I made myself the usual dinner - chopped romaine hearts with sauteed tofu and a sprinkle of parmesean cheese, with balsamic vinegarette. MMmm. I prepared it, put it all on a big ol' dinner plate to enjoy, and parked my sore ass on the futon to watch Larry Elder. As usual, the cats gathered 'round, hoping for a morsel of people food. I made myself clear, that they were cats and that they don't get people food. Just when I thought it was safe, Poe decided that leaping from the top of the futon directly into the plate on my lap, causing my salad to fly all over the living room, was a great idea. I had barely taken three bites, and my delicious dinner was all over the place, being devoured by misebehaving cats. I flipped out, naturally, and Poe ran for his life. I was thoroughly pissed off while I cleaned it up and vaccumed. By the time it was all clean, I was so grumpy that I didn't even want to make myself another salad - I settled for a yogurt instead. I thought, hey - I don't need the calories anyhow.
This didn't turn out to be such a wise idea, considering the mean pot addiction I have. Nothin' like turkey pastrami and lowfat havarti on whole wheat with honey mustard and mayo at FUCKING MIDNIGHT.
I woke up this morning feeling a little
. But it's my own damn fault.
On a lighter note, tonight's the Engagement Bowling Extravaganza/Boozy Presidential Revolt party. I'm looking forward to it. I'll have to remind Dan to pick up some Chaser.
Have a great weekend, loves.
COUNTDOWN TO WEEKEND OF ROMANCE: 6 days!!
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sorry
will youse guys be out tomorrow?