My friend Steph texted me this morning asking if I was going to go to the gym. I thought about it briefly. But I already did weights yesterday. My training plan seems to be getting good results and I didn't want to stray from it too much. Good thing. Because when I got out of bed, I felt the soreness in my shoulders and biceps. And those are areas I never feel sore in.
The kids and I went to Target yesterday to buy milk, eggs and oj. We got those items ... in addition to a boatload of candy. I swear, I should not be allowed to go to Target without another adult to keep me in check.
I weighed myself last night. 127. Yikes. And then I weighed myself this morning, because usually I'm a little lighter. 126.4. Oh, no. Damn all that candy! And all the other yummy, delicious crap I've been stuffing my face with.
My kryptonite. I used to do really well eating peanut butter toast and a protein shake for breakfast everyday. But for about the past couple of months I've been grubbing on some frosted flakes. It's become my crack.
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