It was an up and down day. I hope it burned extra calories.
My work assignment was a bust, BUT that did allow for a bona fide gym workout! I needed that more than the money. (The mortgage company might disagree.)
The gym was hot as Hell and fairly crowded, BUT my spot was all my own and I didn’t have to share the stability ball.
I had hoped the upward trend was taking over, especially after I got home and found this in my Inbox:
Betty Crocker sent me birthday wishes! And what’s that at the bottom of the page? Betty Crocker is sending me FREE CAKE!
::anticipatory calorie-burning happy dancing::
BUT then I scrolled down and saw this:
It’s not FREE CAKE at all–it’s a free cake booklet!!
I don’t even have the energy to pick up the tiny little pieces of my broken heart. I’m going to bed.
(My birthday’s not for a couple of weeks, plenty of time to plan for something far better than some stupid Betty Crocker cake.)