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Feb. 9th, 2013 09:28 amLast night I blew off my diet to the tune of half a Red Baron pizza and three ciders. Granted, I don't feel bad, since it was a high calorie day, I'm pretty good at sticking to my dieting system, and I had a hell of a work week*, but even high calorie days have limits, and so I'm taking a penetential walk over to the arboretum, since according to my little diet app, it'll only take me about 3 hours of walking to clear out my overage.
In other news, I am so, so screwed if my knees (and left hip) decide to finally give out all the way.
*Also, one of my simpler pleasures in life is watching Keffy play JRPGs, and doing this while tipsy, stuffed with pizza, and embedded in a giant beanbag covered in pillows is really quite soothing.
In other news, I am so, so screwed if my knees (and left hip) decide to finally give out all the way.
*Also, one of my simpler pleasures in life is watching Keffy play JRPGs, and doing this while tipsy, stuffed with pizza, and embedded in a giant beanbag covered in pillows is really quite soothing.
