Just dropped Byn off at the airport for her trip back home to Tampa. Really wish she would just pack her shit up and move out here. It's great having someone around other than Jota that I can be my 100% obnoxious and bratty self without having to feel apologetic. I mean, I'm not always super bitchy; it's just nice to be understood and not judged for it sometimes. Seriously hurting this afternoon though. We somehow thought it would be a great idea to sit on the stoop last night with the neighbors and drink three bottles of champagne, and ten beers. And that was just for us. Needless to say, but I'm going to say it anyways, I have some serious working out to do this week in order to get myself back on track.
I didn't set a goal for April, so I will now. Two goals. Big time. One, I want to be able to wear a size 28 pant. My weight loss is slowing, but I'm definitely losing inches now. Sweet! Two, I need to get my ass in gear to train for the Santa Monica Classic that I'm running on May 4th. I want to run the entire 5k. It may not sound too hard, but I have serious troubles running a mile on the treadmill.
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