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fatrockstarI broke down and ate the chocolate-coated chocolate ice cream bar that had been calling me from the freezer since early November. I couldn't help it. I just had to have it -- the last real chocolate I've had (besides the ricotta concoction I've been enjoying all this time) was of the sugar-free variety, and its effect on my bod led me to keep the rest of the candies in the medicine cabinet just in case we're ever feeling a little "backed up."
But you know what? I reeeeeeeally enjoyed that ice cream bar. I don't think I've ever eaten one so slowly before.
Bah. I have two different truffle recipes to get on tonight, and at least two more frames. This morning was a loss because even though Garret was up and about at 8 a.m., he didn't leave for work until 1:30. He just followed me around and talked and talked and talked... *sigh* I had been waiting until he left to get ready and go to the gym, but it looked like it wasn't going to happen unless I left first. So I did.
If the gym scale is correct, I'm 205 with all my clothes on and a full belly. That feels pretty good, considering all the gyms I've ever been to have notoriously poor scales that make your weight seem just a skosh more than it actually is. Not too happy about my ass, though. I think it has given up. I did many, MANY walking lunges (with weight) at the gym today along with two different types of squats. I can handle my ass being big and round, but I canNOT handle it all sad like this. Normally I wouldn't think so much about my rear-end because my pants keep everything in check. But recently I have been a lady of leisure and not wearing said pants...
But you know what? I reeeeeeeally enjoyed that ice cream bar. I don't think I've ever eaten one so slowly before.
Bah. I have two different truffle recipes to get on tonight, and at least two more frames. This morning was a loss because even though Garret was up and about at 8 a.m., he didn't leave for work until 1:30. He just followed me around and talked and talked and talked... *sigh* I had been waiting until he left to get ready and go to the gym, but it looked like it wasn't going to happen unless I left first. So I did.
If the gym scale is correct, I'm 205 with all my clothes on and a full belly. That feels pretty good, considering all the gyms I've ever been to have notoriously poor scales that make your weight seem just a skosh more than it actually is. Not too happy about my ass, though. I think it has given up. I did many, MANY walking lunges (with weight) at the gym today along with two different types of squats. I can handle my ass being big and round, but I canNOT handle it all sad like this. Normally I wouldn't think so much about my rear-end because my pants keep everything in check. But recently I have been a lady of leisure and not wearing said pants...
