Then, I cooked an enormous pot of stew, hardboiled a batch of eggs, threw together a salad and got a start on tonight's dinner (chicken parmesan with whole wheat pasta and the aforementioned salad). I also brought in three loads of firewood and then chopped kindling, which bears mentioning because it always feels so very Little House on the Prarie (books, not tv show).
So. Kickboxing. Today was the first time I went to class where I'd not had at least a fully day to recover. ow. Could've been worse. I made it through, but felt thoroughly pathetic. All of my attacks on the bag, be they punches or kicks, were LAME. But I've a day to rest (aside from work, that is) tomorrow, and on Wednesday I'll be completely badass once more. Just see if I'm not. But a small note to the exercise Gods: can I start losing weight now, please? kthxbye.
*My house isn't a wreck, not by a long shot. It's just not Model Home Perfect. Frankly, it never will be, but a bit of a go-to-town on each room is certainly in order.
my icon has absolutely nothing to do with this post - not specifically, not thematically. I just love Nine's smile. guh.