Everything in moderation, even moderation.

My Man and I completely let loose this weekend. It was the vacation of all vacations. I hoping this weekend of indulgence is going to satisfy my rebellious attitude towards my health and fitness I've been practicing the last 5 weeks.

Tonight I go to the gym and start my olympic ab routine. no excuses.

I like to wake up to a singing alarm, however now that my man and I both work day jobs I usually panic, turn the alarm off immediately and fall back asleep. To better the situation we made a deal; I could listen to my alarm song if I promise not to hit snooze. Fair enough. I also negotiated permission to dance to the song while still laying in bed.

So the next morning my song goes off, I dance my little dance and get into the shower and it was a good day!

What I like the least about my man working is I never get to hear his voice during the day. Before I would miss him or feel lonely, I would just ring him up and he would cheer me up instantly. Our current e-mail interaction doesn't have the same magical effect.

I hate working out in the evening and then going out after. I work hard to look this good and I don't want to have to go through the process twice in one day. What if the second time around I don't look as good as the first? Why did I save my workout for Friday?