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Last week's:
Eat super squeaky clean. Done.
Make it to CrossFit three times. Made it FOUR TIMES, yo.
No checking email after work. Two nights last week I was too tired to do anything else, and I didn't want to start a book that I wouldn't have time to finish, so I played around on LJ and Tumblr for an hour or so before it was late enough that I could go to bed. Better that than sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall--which was my other option.
I'm counting last week as a win, even if I don't get a perfect gold star.
This week:
Continue to eat super squeaky clean--and remember to eat those starchy glucose carbs. Yes, I actually forget to eat carbs now. Sweet potatoes are sitting right there on the counter by the stove, bananas are sitting on the refrigerator, and I still don't remember to eat them. Carby food just isn't in my reality anymore. SO WEIRD.
Practice dance at least one evening. Seriously, girl, you need to get your game on.
Finish the new dance costume for Smoker. The dyed silk came out beautiful (so beautiful I'm tempted to purchase the rest of the bolt so I can have it on hand for future costumes in any color I care to make it). I dropped $50 on chrome-plated chain for this yesterday, too. It's gonna be gorgeous.
Seen on Tumblr this morning:
i got 99 problems and society’s attitudes towards sex and sexuality is like 98 of them
Eat super squeaky clean. Done.
Make it to CrossFit three times. Made it FOUR TIMES, yo.
No checking email after work. Two nights last week I was too tired to do anything else, and I didn't want to start a book that I wouldn't have time to finish, so I played around on LJ and Tumblr for an hour or so before it was late enough that I could go to bed. Better that than sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall--which was my other option.
I'm counting last week as a win, even if I don't get a perfect gold star.
This week:
Continue to eat super squeaky clean--and remember to eat those starchy glucose carbs. Yes, I actually forget to eat carbs now. Sweet potatoes are sitting right there on the counter by the stove, bananas are sitting on the refrigerator, and I still don't remember to eat them. Carby food just isn't in my reality anymore. SO WEIRD.
Practice dance at least one evening. Seriously, girl, you need to get your game on.
Finish the new dance costume for Smoker. The dyed silk came out beautiful (so beautiful I'm tempted to purchase the rest of the bolt so I can have it on hand for future costumes in any color I care to make it). I dropped $50 on chrome-plated chain for this yesterday, too. It's gonna be gorgeous.
Seen on Tumblr this morning:
i got 99 problems and society’s attitudes towards sex and sexuality is like 98 of them