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lady_t_220Almost Friday. This is a good thing, then I have the whole weekend free just for my own nefarious purposes. K&BW are off for a weekend vacation somewhere before the boy starts his new job and I don't have to go to the city because there'll be nothing that urgently needs reading in my box at magic lab because I emptied it all out last week.
Also, nursing a bruised butt. Started cycling again after a many-month hiatus and I forgot how hard the saddle can be. So kinda' starting back up low, not really due to physical fatigue but more really ass-fatigue. Either that or I need a better saddle. See I didn't make any new years resolutions because I was just crawling around in a cold-riddled sludge and it's taken a while to shake off, but less a resolution and more of a decision is that I want to start taking better care of myself. The old job at the hotel was, seriously, all the exercise I needed. Stairs... fucking stairs... all damn morning every damn day. But I left there over a year ago and since then... well... let's say my middle name is now sedentary and I'm feeling the results of that a lil' bit too much. So now the boy's got a new job and doesn't need packed lunches there'll be nowhere near as much temptable junkfood in the house, which in turn is condusive to eating better. Because you should all know by now I have NO willpower. If it's not there it's not an issue, but you can't leave me here with a cream eclair and not expect me to scoff it.
So yeah, late but still valid, cause it's only January yet and the first 2 weeks don't count if you're coughing up your lungs every morning...
Now if my ass would quit being bruised...
Also, nursing a bruised butt. Started cycling again after a many-month hiatus and I forgot how hard the saddle can be. So kinda' starting back up low, not really due to physical fatigue but more really ass-fatigue. Either that or I need a better saddle. See I didn't make any new years resolutions because I was just crawling around in a cold-riddled sludge and it's taken a while to shake off, but less a resolution and more of a decision is that I want to start taking better care of myself. The old job at the hotel was, seriously, all the exercise I needed. Stairs... fucking stairs... all damn morning every damn day. But I left there over a year ago and since then... well... let's say my middle name is now sedentary and I'm feeling the results of that a lil' bit too much. So now the boy's got a new job and doesn't need packed lunches there'll be nowhere near as much temptable junkfood in the house, which in turn is condusive to eating better. Because you should all know by now I have NO willpower. If it's not there it's not an issue, but you can't leave me here with a cream eclair and not expect me to scoff it.
So yeah, late but still valid, cause it's only January yet and the first 2 weeks don't count if you're coughing up your lungs every morning...
Now if my ass would quit being bruised...
