(a) I've lost weight. Anywhere from 3-5 pounds, depending on whether you catch me before or after running in the sweatbox that is called outside. Baby freaking steps, people! Plus, my abs hurt. That has to be good, right?
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
(b) I'm going on vacation next week. As in the entire week of next week. I can't hardly wait. I've already made my packing list. It's three pages long. This vacation is going to rock.
(c) I'm sandwiching my vaca with joy. First, a 50 miler bike ride which conveeeniently is on the way to the beach (ahem, sorry...the shore) the first Saturday. To top it off, my last day is a sprint tri that is very conveeeniently on my way home. (Okay, kind of.) In between, I tan.
(d) I'm still getting married in, like, 3 freaking months. Oh good lord.
(e) Soon after the wedding, Facebook and I are going to have a love child. Wait a second... .
(f) Coffee exists. So does Tylenol PM. Enough said.
(g) Did I mention I was going on vacation? Oh. Well, I am.