Ah Sunday. No me gusta Sundays.
It means I have to do things like cleaning house, tidying up, and food prep for the week.
It also means I have to make sure to start the week off on the right foot.
Bootcamp is closed on Sundays, so it was either workout at home or Bikram.
Bikram it was. With super duper, extra ostentatious instructor. Here is how he greeted me:
"Beautiful. I love you. What is your name?"
I shit you not.
Anywho, typical Bikram session. Worked, stretched, poured sweat, etc.
I swear I don't always look quite that psychotic. Or scary. Hand to God.
Still experimenting with food intake, still feeling great about it.
And. I am still open to all the things. If it's clean eating, I'm open to it.
Except seafood. Because I don't eat the seafood things. I have this distant memory of getting sick from fish when I was a really little kid, and it scarred me for life. Puking kind of sick. Ergo, never touched the stuff since.
Gotta run, Walking Dead & bed soon.