Well, I’ve been a terrible slacker the last three days.

Thursday I had a twelve-hour day at work. Needless to say, no exercise was done and I had roast beef and cheddar combo from Arby’s for dinner. That’s right, I had the fries with that too.

Friday was good until I inhaled pizza for dinner. I didn’t exercise because…I was being lazy. I needed to go to the bank after work and I wanted to finish up some of my Christmas shopping. So I convinced myself I didn’t really want to go to the Fitness Center (this is the workout gym at my university, the Gym is where the Health and PE Dept is housed on the other side of campus).

Saturday. A good day, I kept my eating down. Breakfast was a waffle and a half (the half waffle was the first waffle, I didn’t put enough mix in the waffle thingy). I don’t recall an actual lunch. I ate about a half a bag of popcorn from the previous night and some graham crackers. My run was good. I felt like I was running at a little faster. Usually I get a little stitch in my side right at the end, but yesterday there was none. I felt great when I finished. I have to time myself this afternoon and see if I’ve finally found a path that takes me thirty minutes. I’ve been running 4 minutes short of my 30 minute goal. Dinner was chicken casserole and a brownie.

I should really be down on myself over my water drinking. But I figure two days on not drinking my bottle (or keg, as Greg calls it) won’t be the death of me.

Today, waffle at breakfast. Steak, mashed potatoes, and a biscuit for lunch. Too much brownie for snacks (I told you, if it’s in the house I have to have some of it)

I didn’t get myself timed like I wanted, but the whole thing took me 40 minutes. I’d chop off anywhere between 5 and 10 minutes for walking. I live on a narrow road with no shoulder, so I walk to the first road in the subdivision (I actually don’t live in the subdivision, the family farm and our house were here long before them.) and run a path around the subdivision that brings me back to my road. I walk on my road because I can pay more attention to the nut jobs that drive like bats out of hell. Did you care for that short history of my running path?