Ginger Day is upon us! Or as I currently like to refer to it, the day before burrito Saturday. That’s right, needs must, priorities change. This virtual paleo/primal eating, broken only by a burrito the size of my head on a Saturday, is beginning to shiver me timbers.
19th of Feb, that’s the day I now have on the horizon. No booze until then, no delicious toast, no cocktail, oh cruel exercise mistress, wot a fierce ruler you are. Training today, tomorrow and Sunday too, I’ll be nothing but a scrape of solidified smooch by Monday.
But enough about me, how’s y’all doin’? Audrey? How goes the WW? Are we all hanging in there? Is everyone recovered from Christmas/New Year? Anyone got that wretched bug that is going about the place? Man, the number of ill people in my wider social circle the last few days has been alarming to say the least.
I must away to have a breakfast of eggs and mushrooms. OH, and I am bringing Country Gay to crossfit with me tomorrow. HAHAHAHA!
No, really. I am.
