Good news or bad news first?
Bad news. Today was rough.
So yeah. My fitness pal. Thanks for making me perfectly aware that I’ve been doing a terrible job of eating lately. I over ate on all three of my macros today. AND I was attempting to be good.
AND someone pooped in the sink at work. Yeah. That ACTUALLY happens. NO. This wasn’t the worst bathroom incident I’ve had at one of my stores.
Quick. Stop thinking about pooping in a public sink.
Good news. My dinner was INCREDIBLE.
Have I mentioned my boyfriend? He’s the kind of person who eats whatever he wants (which is frequently take out) and doesn’t gain any weight. In the first year we were dating.. I tried to keep up with him and would eat him pizza for pizza. Giant burrito for giant burrito. I gained 30 pounds. He gained 7. Four years later… he hasn’t gained any more than that first 7. Maybe it’s a total of 10. Anyway it isn’t fair…. BUT- he has this amazing redeeming quality. He LOVES to cook. Tonight he made me a perfectly cooked prime tenderloin with goat cheese, asparagus, and strawberries. I know he really loves me because he gives me the juicy plate.
Tomorrow has to be better. I’m starting my day with a 9 mile run, and then heading to work. My wonderful boyfriend is going to be making me a fancy seafood dinner that I will eat with gusto.
Wish me luck (and poop free sinks.)