||[Nov. 3rd, 2005|02:26 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
I had enough points for the sushi I had last night. I even had enough for the two cookies I ate after the sushi. What I didn't have was enough body space to dillute all the salt in that soy sauce. Even the low sodium stuff. Totally worth the bloating, though. Mmmm.. sushi.
Today's been all on program. I've been having volume-eating urges, though, so I think tomorrow I'm going to save enough points for an obscenely large bowl of popcorn. I'm not sure if it's because I'm sick or because I'm tired or stressed.. But I'm happy to have mostly resisted (or at least to have no food around that I can't eat all of without issue). Dinner tonight is crab legs and I can't even tell you how much I'm looking forward to them. Not as much as I'm looking forward to seeing wilfulcait and her plushy plushy head, but close.
I hit the gym at lunch but the timing of it was enough to leave me with not a lot of energy. Still, by promising myself I could quit after the next five minute chunk (about 7 times) I ran for 50 minutes. Not as far or as fast as my Tuesday run, but still running. My sports-bra is doing something really unfortunate though. There's a seam mid-cup that's leaving me with this nasty rubbing and now I've got a big red welt under my right breast. I suppose it's time to replace it but I love it so much, it keeps me from bouncing at all. I should go hang out at the Title9 Sports website and see what my other options are.
Tomorrow is light cardio and weights at the gym near the house. I'm actually looking forward to it.
I'm sick, still. It's moved into my chest though, which is usually the final stage. I'm hacking like my grandfather (which is so sexy) but I'm hoping that means I'm almost better.
Ah, one thing, it turns out that there's a going-away lunch tomorrow that I agreed to when the guy turned in his notice last month but forgot about until this afternoon when they sent out the reminder. Those with whom I was due to have lunch tomorrow.. can I raincheck for Monday?
So. Anne Rice writing as Jesus. Daring move of a groundbreaking artist or self-absorbed twit fulfilling one of signs of the apocalypse?