No, not really, but it might as well be. I've done a really excellent job of scaring the crap out of myself tonight and then getting all weepy over an episode of Dr Who. Spoiler Alert: If I ever have a man that loves me like Rory Williams loved Amy Pond I will absolutely never let him go. Ever!!! That was the sweetest thing I've seen in a long time.
I had ridiculously horrible dreams this morning after I went back to bed because Bob Harper kicked my ass last night. It started out being at my old house on N Madison (the crack shack) and ended up being some kind of industrial psychiatric facility that I couldn't find my way out of. I think the fact that my sinuses were stuff up, I'm stiff as a board, and on my period had something to do with it. Glad the telemarketer woke me up with that disgusting 9 am phone call they like to make on Saturday morning.
Diet wise, today was a good day. I stayed under my goal, even without eating the calories I 'earned' from mucking about in the yard (about a month's worth of dog stuff) and cleaning the carpets and the dishes today. I ate popcorn, steak, mac and cheese and yogurt by the way. It's all about how you cook it. I find since I've added red meat to my diet (I used to eat 90% chicken) on a regular basis I feel better. I don't know if I was slightly anemic or what.
Closing Calorie Count: