wah!

So I've been working at a new diet. Decided about 3 weeks back that Atkins just really wasn't for me. It was making me a bit ill. So switched to WW and that's been working really steadily. But this week? I didn't lose my 2lbs. Trying to figure out what the hell I did wrong. For starters, I didn't work out this week. I kept telling myself everyday that I would. But I didn't. I should have treated some of my moroseness with some healthy exercise. And I think I needed more veggies too. I slacked off on the dinner salad front.

Instead of freaking out about it and eating the entire contents of my kitchen, including utensils, I'm going to try and be sensible. Must start working out regularly, starting todayNOW. Emailed Ellie about the Ballard pool and we might start as of this Wednesday.

And no eating out this week. I ate out twice last week and think that's possibly what tripped me up. No chicken tikka masala for me. Maybe next week if I do well enough.

The sun is out, and while it's cold, I think I will bundle up and head to Greenlake. I love it there and though it's been awhile, I should be able to do the whole 3 mile track. Wish I could fit Hobbsie into a baby-pouch thingie and take him with me. But I don't think he'd tolerate it.

( But Sarah Always Makes Me Laugh )

omfg

Yes, yes, leaving for Greenlake now.

But fucking hell!!!

This guy needs to be fired. Immediately. And they need to publicly declare that he's been fired.

I'm generally all about forgiveness for mistakes, but in this day and age? This was completely unacceptable. And yes I'd feel the same regardless of the religion.

OFF WITH HIS FREAKING HEAD.

*glower*

Ok, leaving now.

ahhhhh

Well that was cool.

There's really nothing that effectively beats a bad mood out of your system like some punishing exercise.

Did the entire track around Greenlake and found had to move fast because the slightest slowdown would have thrown me into a hypothermic coma. I have to go buy some warm clothes. This is getting ridiculous.

It was kind of funny, though. My cheeks went completely numb after awhile. That can't be good, right? So I kept rubbing my face with my frozen hands. I've lost my gloves. It was cracking me up. There were absolute maniacs out there in shorts and tank-tops. While it is true that I get cold when it's 70°, it's 42° out there! That's cold, dammit (oh pipe down all of you living amidst snow/ice). Anyhow. Next time will wear more clothing and wrap scarf around entire head.

On the positive side, I was so cold that I had no concept of being tired or achy. My knee is a little cranky now, but a hot shower and some Advil will take care of that.

Afterwards decided to stop by Fred Meyer in search of cheap warm clothing, but sadly, nothing was right for me. I did however, stock up on girly things. A mud mask, body scrub gloves (which, I swear, are the kinkiest things ever). Splurged and bought some pretty primroses for my kitchen window.

Mmm now for that hot shower, sugar-free cocoa and some grisly horror. Just netflixed Fritz Lang's infamous "M." Though may cave to cowardice and watch Beauty and The Beast instead. Well. I said I was feeling girly, dammit.