I feel like such a slacker.
A blogging slacker. A running slacker. An eating slacker.
I only ran 5 miles this week. Sugarbaby is disappointed in me.
I've really fallen off the eating wagon. Especially at night. I need someone to come along and kick me in the ass. Please, someone talk me down from this. I don't want to lose these hard earned results. I don't want to relapse.
Whatevs. Enough whining out of me. Nothing to do but pick myself up and get back in the groove.
But the groove is so hard when your house is in shambles, your refrigerator is in the garage, Boy Scout chocolate bars are taunting you from the counter, and it is so damn cold outside. Aaaahhh! I said enough whining right? Right!
I will be a rockstar this week. Eating right. Running enough. I got this.
No more remodeling peeks until the floors are done which will be the second week in March. I'm headed out of town next weekend for a baby shower (yay Baby Phoebe!) so until then, don't expect to much from me. Not that you did anyways, just saying. I know I've been a blogging failure lately. It's just one more thing fallen by the wayside since my routine (and life) has been turned upside down by the SPRING 2010 RENOVATION. Ugh.
The end is in sight folks. Until then...