13 down … 7 to go.
Holy moly smokey. I am beat. I didn’t sleep well last night. I had dreams of getting up and working out first thing but then Diva had to get to school early so I vetoed that thought.
We went to the chiropractor after work and came home close to 7 pm. For a split second I debated not working out, but I decided against it. Partly due to the public shaming; partly due to …
It’s. Just. 30. Minutes.
I can do 30 minutes. 🙂
I am wiped. My arms are crying. I’m starving. Any plans I had to cook have gone out the window. I will be having leftover soup or pasta as soon as I summon the energy to get off the couch.
Diva is being very helpful by making pasta. It was supposed to be part of the skinny chicken broccoli Alfredo I was supposed to make. It will go nicely with some leftover meat sauce we have in the fridge.
Tomorrow I will make the chicken Alfredo.
Hopefully by then I will have regained some use of my arms.
Think I could convince one of my children to feed me tonight?