Daylight savings times = the best of times and the worst of times. Yep, I went all Dickens on you. I had to read it - you should too! Ha. There is a paragraph about making a hot chocolate drink that nearly 20 years later I remember as the most boring thing I have ever read. Any whoozle this here blog is about my awesome, or not so, attempts at working out. Awesomeness.
I always hope I can weather time change like a sweet expert and awesomeness and reasonableness (lots of "ness" right there). Turns out. I can't. It's cool. By Wednesday you should approach me with a chocolate offering and a frosty diet coke. Those dang stomach pennies are not de-rusting their own selves. The diet coke has a job to do! <jingle, jingle>
So this week in recap: ate all my 7+ servings of freggies everyday but Saturday. Same with the water. Look Saturday was fun.
Ran/shuffled through four miles of a race. Also, with a small race # like "9" I pretended, in my mind, that I got a number reserved for elites. Note: I finished in the 600s of a race that had 700 people. Whatever! I finished dang it.
Made "cauliflower Alfredo sauce" which was surprisingly good for having no cheese in it! What!?! So that is that. I also worked out more regularly than before! Huzzah!
A Pinch of Yum.