Dick Clark, RIP. My idol, Pat Summit steps down as the Tennessee's Women's hoops coach and our favorite restaurant in Grayson, Correlejo, shut their doors. Holy crap balls what a day!!
Maybe it's because it's hump day. Maybe it's because I am starving. But this day has just been a drag. I want to go eat a Big Mac, fries and wash it down with a Dr. Pepper, but Nooooooo. I'm on this frickin cleanse. Four shakes....at least I get to eat a meal tonight. Also, my sense of smell is off the chain. This morning when I came into work, someone had sprayed a scented mist of orange. Man, did it smell good!! Then I went to a meeting in a building where they have a cafeteria. NEVER go in there when on a cleanse. I opened the door and a whoosh of bacon grease ran up my nose. Oh lord.....I did turn to look at the cafeteria and see by chance, if they were giving free samples, but Nooooooooooo. I'M ON THIS FRICKIN CLEANSE. Next one of my colleagues was eating a bagel with peanut butter in a meeting I was in today. OMG. It smelled so good!!! See, things come in threes.
I make break and eat (or drink) something bad. But Noooooooo. I'm on a frickin cleanse.
I may take from my bestie down the street in the hood. She said that her week is going so well, that she's going to start a cleanse, but hers will include 4 shakes a day of brown liquor. LOL. You know what? She will probably lose more weight on that plan than I am on this FRICKIN CLEANSE. I feel my tipping point coming. Sad thing- this weekend I fast on 5 shakes a day with no food. Ahhhhhhhhh!
And to top my day off, Morgan pooped in the house while we were at work. Any you know what. It was in 3 turds. See....everything comes in 3's. Fahrenbruch. Out. Blah.
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