Oh my...I'm not sure what happened but when I ventured out of bed to get ready for our 30 miler on the bikes today, I quickly said a prayer that someone else would acknowledge the bitter cold out. Luckily Scott Allan did, only to result in us being called profane and not so nice names by my husband, the true Yankee who declares 70 to be warm.
So off to the Westmoor for an hour of cardio. As March closes to an end, I realize a couple of unfortunate things.
a) my resolution to work on my core has fallen by the wayside.
b) there is no way I am coming close to my March numbers at work.
c) I have gained back 2 lbs. EFFF!!!
c1) which can be blamed on 2 off-island wine junkets.
So I am back to my 110%, as this is the final stretch for "The Big Fat Loser" competition as well. Easter Sunday is the big final weigh in...which makes me wonder when exactley Scott Thomas is getting back from South America?
Watched "Couple Retreat"; damn you Vince Vaughn you make me laugh.
7:55pm...just inhaled 4 slices of Pi Pizza (thin crust so it's better?). Will modify diet tomorrow.
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