The one thing I hate about coming back from vacation is playing catch up. I left work about an hour and a half late this afternoon and when I got in my car I called the hubster to see if it was ok for me to go work out. Obviously. When I'd like him to answer the phone he doesn't. And didn't even know I had called until I walked in the door 30 minutes later. So no workout for me this evening. I'm bummed because I really needed that workout too.
And because he didn't lay anything out to cook for dinner we, yet again, went out to eat. I opted for this little fried chicken place in town because I can get a vegetable plate. Now that I share nearly half of my food with my 11 month old I tend to order extra. So, I got green beans, corn, mac and cheese and mashed potatoes and gravy. It would have been a pretty good meal if I had not gotten the mac and cheese but how can I pass up homemade cheesy goodness? Especially since I can't stand cooked green, brussell sprouts, or cooked spinach. Ew. Ew. Ew.
And my overall caloric intake would have been decent if I had not overly indulged at lunch. And by overly indulged I mean ImayormaynothaveeatenaboutathousandcalorielunchconsistingofMexicanfood. If I had worked out I could have made up for it. I'll just keep telling myself that.
Now I'm going to work on some paperwork. It's a little depressing because it involves work. Sigh.
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