Sorry faithful readers of my lil' old blog, I've been a bad blogger. We've had lots going on and I've been using any free time to finish a paper I'm working on for my doula stuff. If I write the words 'water immersion' or 'hydrokinetic effect' again I think I'll shoot myself! I hate papers. I'm a test taker. I'm a master of memorization and suck balls (did I just say that?) at formulating ideas into a nice, neat paper. Don't get me wrong, I got lots of ideas- I just don't want to spell correctly, come up with a thesis statement or note my sources. I want to make sweeping statements without having to give any sort of backing behind it. :)
Anyhoo, in the midst of all this I've been eating like college kid. The main victim has been the tub of Nestle Tollhouse ready to bake cookie dough in my frig. Why in the world do I buy stuff like this? It's like dangling crack in front of a crack addict. Cookies are not the enemy, it's the *amount* of cookies (and spoonfuls of cookie dough) that I mindlessly ingest at any given moment.
Today is a new day. And it's conveniently Monday, so I'm off to a good start! The kids are I are going to the YMCA this morning. I'm getting on the treadmil! There aren't any cardio classes this morning, just Body Sculpt. And I've been doing more strength than cardio lately, so I need to work in some cardio. I plan on doing at least 30 mins of brisk walking on a slight incline. I've found the incline helps my back. Then I'll do some weight on the machines.
I really want to go to the grocery, but truth is there is stuff in my frig and pantry that needs to be used. Does that ever happen to you? I just want *new* stuff in my frig. Not the same old stuff. That same can of black beans keeps staring me in the face every time I open the cabinets. What I really want is to open my cabinet and have a perfectly made Willy's burrito sitting there ready to eat.
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