Last week was horrible (food/exercise-wise...life was good otherwise). I ate one of everything, and sometimes two. Ugh. And let me tell you--Brie mac and cheese? Yes. Oh, Lord, yes. Calories inherent in that dish? NOOOOOO. Get thee behind me, Brie-tan. I do believe I have had my first, second, third, fourth, and LAST helpings of that particular delicacy. No more Brie in the house for...quite some time. Sorry, honey.
On the upside of last week, though: 1) it' over and this week is new. 2) This weekend was moving, and it definitely counts as exercise. I know, because all of my magic muscles (the ones that disappear until you use them) have reappeared, and are grousing about being abused. 3) I did not make or eat cake for the first time in months. 4) Yesterday, at the beginning of the new week? I had ONE piece of pizza and a couple of wings with beer. One piece. And we did not get fast food for lunch. We had a sandwich and some apples with peanut butter. So I enter this week, for the first time in a month, having NOT eaten all my bonus points on Sunday and then having to starve, overeat, or overexercise to remain even close to my weakly points.
Oh, yeah--did I mention that 5) we rode to work on Friday, aka National Bike to Work Day? Rode bicycles to work. And I only got a little really pissy when I was informed that the reason I almost passed out and wanted to puke after a really short though steepish hill was because I was in the hardest gear possible. Apparently, the same motion that downshifts when I use my right hand upshifts when I do it on the left...something to do with the way the gears line up or other such biking alchemy. So now, not only are the stationary bikes lying to me, but the real bike has also decided to make my life harder. On the other side, I am learning to appreciate the payoff.
Okay, not as short as it should have been, but I'll be back when the packing is done.
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