I'm i'm donning my tennis shoes and heading out the door with Addison; our sweeter-than-sweet Husky/Golden mix. I ate like a dumbass this weekend ( booze, pizza 2x's, fast-food, soda) and am too scared to look at the scale. Instead; i'm choosing to get back on the exercise train (despite the doc wanting me to wait 2 whole weeks coz of my stupid knee) and see if i can knock it down some...
Also; i must, must, must make sure i get all my snacks in -- something i've been really bad about. I totally feel a difference in my body when i DON'T eat, which sounds weird - i know! But my nutritionist seems to be right about that...eating LESS, or certainly less often, with this 'condition' is a recipe for trouble. I need to be more diligent about that...
Slept fitfully, anxious about what will happen with our sheet-rock installer. He's been in 'county' *(that's right; in jail) since last week. Before that, he'd had a series of personal crisis and delays that have stalled our project. If we hadn't paid him 2/3rds of it already in cash, we'd be cancelling his ass. But since i haven't a clue how to pursue a Corpus subcontractor for things like cash-paid-for-services-UN rendered...i think we may be stuck. I think...
i'm about to call him before heading out on my walk. Fingers and toes crossed that we aren't out 700bucks and still without a dry-waller...
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