So I just saw a picture online of a woman I grew up with. Ugh. Really?
I feel less of a fit woman. It in a weird jealousy woman kind of way has motivated me. I refuse to be a slovenly pregnant woman who in turn remains slovenly once she gives birth. Ugh.
Went on a bike ride recently where I smoked Darrell on his hybrid. He promptly returned the hybrid to Dick's for a full refund and put a Trek 1200 60 cm fit just for him on lay away. We have only $266 left to pay on it and then it is all his.
My bike needs a tune up. I never took it in for its month check up so I've gotta get around to that. Might possibly go for a ride early in the morning just for the hell of it. Darrell hurt his back playing football this morning and is laid up in bed so it'll be me all alone.
I wanted to go to the gym tonight but I was just so tired. And I need to eat better. I've been eating like shit because I felt like I deserved it. I've noticed that Cletus the Fetus' only source of veggies is limited to V8's. I'm a bad mother. Baaaaad.