I did not design this schedule, such that I would end up weighing in on this, my thirty-first birthday. That was just happenstance. I am up .5 pounds, which I believe to be a product of having my birthday party last night. My food was all strictly low carb (love that BBQ joint), but I did indulge in some wine with dinner, and champagne later at night with just me and hubby. It was so good. I am a little mealy mouthed today. Gonna weigh in again tomorrow and see if there is a correlation between bad weigh ins and "the day after". (Note: I already know the correlation between “the day after” and gastro discomfort...a little binding…)
This was a good weekend for me…despite the fact that Friday evening started out stressful, with an angry call from a loony relative, which I met with my own brand of ferocious, righteous anger (little did he know, I was still nurturing a little "evil Kate" in my bones, to which I gave full force and effect). That incident aside, Saturday was a good birthday weekend kickoff for me. Family and I painted our own pottery at a local studio, home for lunch (and a failed attempt at “skillet” cauliflower pizza), then mommy went to the spa for a facial and massage. Ah, sweet, sweet bliss! I left that place with legs like wet noodles. It was just what the b-day called for, a little self-indulgence.
Now, dehydrated and somewhat disgusting, I am going to suck down some H20 and get my booty to the gym for some “back to reality” (as if daylight savings time wasn’t enough of that). Luckily, I have really been excited to get back to the gym after my freak, "club kid" knee injury.
Oh happy happy day (of my birth)!!
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