It’s Friday today and it’s getting near 5PM. Colleagues are packing up early and going to happy hour, tempting me to join them. But I must refuse with my sorry-ass excuse of “I have to work out” to which they promptly reply “You don’t HAVE to”. Am I the only person that feels the pain in working out after work on Fridays?? If it weren’t for this blog I’d easily give in and head to the bars. But that’s why I have you readers to exert the pressure on me in keeping the course back to my six pack.
However I did eat and drink like a king last night. You’d just look out of place ordering a weak salad at a steak house when your boss has a 16 oz. herb crusted prime rib. So I had filet mignon medalions with crab cake and asparagus, and some cabernet. Yes I controlled myself, I didn’t eat *everything* on my plate like I normally do.