I hurt everywhere, and I love it. When I work out like this all my stress melts away. I feel good about myself and my body…believe it or not those are two different things. The popular song “Wiggle Wiggle, Girl look at that body. I work out!” plays though my head and I’m almost not annoyed. After, tonight’s work out though there is a good chance there will not be any wiggling involved, I’ll be limping tomorrow. Thank goodness it’s not the day I take the bus and then walk.
The person that will be replacing me in my position at work is starting Monday, her name is Katee, I keep telling people we “Katies”(yeah, that’s right I spelled it my way) are just going to take over the world. “Its only a matter of time Pinky”…I mean… phss everyone only knows like an average of 3 females named Katie or some variation.
I am supposed to be packing for my trip this weekend to visit my wonderful friends, but I kind of gave up. I’m going to have to start packing for real soon. I just have to figure out what to take. I’m thinking my cookbook might be a good plan. That is assuming the grocery store on the island is well stocked. Otherwise, I start a fudge addiction.
I need to start putting iron back into my diet, I’ve kind of been off track since I stopped buying my own groceries. I’m like this close [ ] to being anemic. I have to take care of myself, for no other reason at this point than its good for me. Right?
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