...Of Bad Habits.
I'm a good girl, but I sure have lots of bad habits and three of them hit me in the face this weekend. If two glasses of wine with dinner was good on Friday, then an entire bottle was welcome on Christmas day, and then a couple spills before bed on Sunday night to help me get to sleep in a bed that wasn't mine (BTW...this NEVER works out well) finished me off.
A couple pieces of pizza with those glasses of wine on Friday led to 5 pounds of the unhealthiest potato dish known to man on Saturday, which led to an unconscionable amount of bean dishes on Sunday. burp. Which led to no gym time yesterday when I COULD go. I wondered who Mai wrote this note for that's been floating around the family room for a week, but yesterday, for sure, I knew it was mine:
But I prevailed. I don't care what the husband says about pushing random buttons and uplugging and replugging over and over again... SOMETIMES. IT. WORKS!
Hooray! I spun out 3 miles and the last one was an 8:57m/m. HECK YA! I was so salty and sweaty that while I did my stretches, my dog basically licked my face off. Who needs dermabrasion with help like this??