So another night at the gym. Good times, it’s turning into a routine with my sister and already after only three days I can see a difference in my fitness level.
Day 1 – Have to stop after every single lap on the track. Face beet red.
Day 2 – Have to stop only after half a mile. Face decently red.
Day 3 – I don’t have to stop at all. Face just a bit pink on the cheeks.
I’ve been listening to the Jillian Michaels podcast and for me it’s even more motivating than music and makes the time fly by!
I am probably going to take this Saturday off of work to go to the Chicago’s farmers market and meet my sister’s fiance’s mother and step father (that’s a mouthful) and of course do my regular farm hopping and such.
I really need a crockpot (slow cooker).
I am rambly.
I haven’t been online much at home lately so I am falling behind on everything online.
I am slowly starting to freak out on how to afford Daniel’s autumn and winter wardrobe and still do Christmas and his birthday. Especially considering the sperm donor can’t summon enough caring to even send clothing, so right now I am looking at Old Navy’s clearance online see if they have anything cute.
I guess I should try and go to sleep.
This is freaking me out.