Rain sucks. It makes me want to eat every comfort food I can think of, wear jammies all day, and nest on the couch book in hand. Yet, I am at work, the exact opposite of everything I want right now! I consider it a pretty big accomplishment that I made it here on time this morning, it was a battle of epic proportions in my mind this morning weather or not to take a sick day and laze around the house. The You Need Money for Vegas Army totally won. The You Need to go to the Gym for a Smaller Butt Army lost big time to Go Home and Eat Pasta renegades last night, I’m pretty sure they had some help from the PMS Requires Salty Food Militia, so I went home and whipped up a batch of puttanesca with whole wheat pasta, so at least I kept within my caloric intake for the day. Oh wait, there was bread too. OK, almost within my caloric intake, it was worth it though. The salty tomato-y goodness was completely satisfying, and perfect for watching the Biggest Loser Finale. Of which I have two things to say:
<![if !supportLists]> 1.) <![endif]> Michelle rocked that! I was so happy for her!
<![if !supportLists]> 2.) <![endif]> Heba: wear a bra. Saggy deflated boobs can NOT go without support.