I don’t like Saturday…

I don't like Saturday morning e-mail because it's almost all spam. Nobody sends real mail on Friday night. Well, nobody but me, anyway, because I am a loser. We had theater tickets for last night and bailed because we were too tired. And yesterday was supposed to be a workout day, but I was just too achey and tired so I declared it a rest day instead and cut back from 1300 to 1000 calories, which was minorly painful, but not enough to get me to do any jumping jacks.

Today the backs of my thighs still hurt (I don't even remember what Sarah did to get them to feel this way) but I'm going to the gym anyway. I am I am I am.

I do want to get some good work done today, so I'd better get going on that, because I have to go to the gym, make soup for tomorrow's brunch (peeling the roasted squash is somewhat time-consuming) and go to a party in Hyde Park tonight. If I'm good, I'll go to the gym by 11, so that I can come back and have a few hours of working here before I head down to Hyde Park. We'll see.

Oh, and a happy belated birthday to Heather -- I hope you had a great day yesterday!