237
I gotta say, I'm more than a bit disappointed. Yes, I ate poorly over the Super Bowl. I admit to beer and nachos, but 237? 2.5 pounds? Really?
So, let me just say I took it poorly, and tomorrow won't look much better. I ate my frustration on a pizza, and it tasted kinda like pepperoni and mushroom. Really good.
But enough about that, we all have bad days. I had a weekend and a bad day. Tomorrow, I'll cinch my pull-ups around my waist, and get back on the potty, so to speak.
Still, today wasn't a complete failure. I got my morning run in as well as my evening weightlifting. So I did do that. It was tough. Especially, looking out the window while running the treadmill made me think I was a sled dog.
Mush!
Here's pullin' for a better tomorrow.
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