Oh no, I had a total slacker day today. Couldn't hit the gym because my son had an appointment, and I didn't make it there after work either. I did make it to the Ground Round for dinner. Lifting that wine glass counts as exercise, right?
So, as always, I plan to make it all up tomorrow. That means I have to work out 3 hours and 20 minutes. No problem. Anyone want to join me? This has been a bad week. A very bad week indeed. In spite of it, my scale tells me I've lost ten pounds. It will probably be a completely different story tomorrow. I will be good, I will be good.
At least I had salmon, broccoli, and a plain baked potato at Ground Round. I don't mean to be mean, but there were a lot of really large people there tonight eating giant portions of fried everything. Don't they ever feel guilty? I was feeling bad for not going to the gym, eating a few hand fulls of popcorn, and drinking wine. I guess I'm glad the guilt kicks in before I reach 200 pounds! My mirror may tell big fat lies, but my scale can only tell little white lies. It can't be off by too many pounds. Those are the cold hard facts and I know when to cut back! Some people apparently don't have a scale or mirror. Is life happier in that world? I think not. There are still dressing room mirrors. They're cruel to everyone, they do not discriminate.
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