Tales From The Scale Friday

WI: -0.6

Whaddup.

It’s not much, but even though the scale ain’t moving, my new jeans are getting loose.  WHAT.  Yep.  Jeans.  New. Loose.  Hot. Damn.

I ran last night, on the treadmill, and today is supposed to be a rest day, but I am thinking, quite possibly of Yoga.  Stretch myself out before my 9 miles tomorrow.

Who’s chasing me with an axe so I actually run the whole thing?

ANYWAY.

I’m off work today.  Jealous?  Yeah.  You should be.  I’m having new garage doors put in.  I’m most likely going to bake something.  I’m going to do some sort of exercise.  I’m also going to watch as many of the 17 recorded SVU episodes as I can.

I love this book.

I’m having a ton of fun already and it’s only 9:30 am.  Laundry is going.  I already broke a bottle of margarita mix from the basement refrigerator, sent Jason to work, and enjoyed breakfast.

Margarita mix?  Yeah I hit the bottle early on my days off.

Actually I was moving bottles around (whew I sound like an alcoholic) in our downstairs refrigerator and the bottle just fell onto the concrete floor.  So it kind of smells like the morning after a sorority party at GMU.   It’s not pretty.  If you have been to one of these parties, you know what I mean.  You can’t ever get that smell out of your clothes or those images out of your mind.

*Cringe*

So I am off to bake, open the Praxis I study book for the first time, and possibly, just possibly take a nap.  But that’s touch and go.