Another day working in a building with no AC...I'm dyin', here. Fat girl reality check: sweat is not your friend. I'm not talking about, "Man, what a great, sweaty workout! Let's hit the shower." I mean day after day, hour upon hour of every single square inch of skin dripping. There are not enough lotions, powders, antiperspirants, or cold packs in the known universe to keep a fat girl from becoming an itchy, burning, achy mess. I know - it's not a pretty image, but let's face it: being fat isn't pretty.
Yesterday - worked out, stayed on the diet, just fell asleep before blogging.
Breakfast - 6 Buffalo wings and blue cheese
Lunch - skipped (I know, I KNOW.)
Dinner - ate at III Forks: shrimp appetizer, wedge salad, 7oz. Filet; skipped the cream corn, peas, mashed potatoes, and dessert
After dinner - coffee with a shot of Bailey's
Exercise (at 11:00 at night, thank you very much!) - standard Bollywood workout
I am so, so ready to stop sweating.
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