‘Twas a weekend of cocktails and I’m not sure my brain has totally recovered yet.

Speaking of recovery, I’m going to be honest and say I took a few un-planned days off from my little experiment with P90X.  I was feeling a little (more than a little actually) worn out, and I’m a firm believer and listening to my body.  I’ll get back in the saddle tomorrow.  In the meantime my body is on the mend.

I have to say that I haven’t always been of the “listen to your body” sort.  When I was a teenager I had serious hip injuries from dancing that I ignored because I didn’t want to have to quit dancing.  I also, at one point broke my jaw, while doing a stunt jump back in my days on the high school dance team, I didn’t tell anyone for over a week because I didn’t want to be banned from an upcoming dance competition.  That was pretty stupid.  BUT, I recognize that stupidity, and I also recognize that I won’t be able to keep on keepin’ on at my current pace if I don’t slow down when my body requires it.  I have to remind myself fairly often that perfection isn’t my only option.  By nature I am an all or nothing kind of gal, the middle ground is truly something I have struggled with my entire life.  The older I get, the more I can see the beauty in imperfection. I still struggle with my perfectionist tendencies, but I have finally accepted that I can’t do it all, at least not all the time.

Having said that, I think it’s time for bed.


This is my boyfriend the egg white/spinach/cheddar omelet.  Yes, we’re very happy together.


I tried a new health food restaurant near my job–weird combo but very filling.
Brown rice with grilled chicken, topped with lentil soup.  Whole wheat pita.


One of the best parts of being a grown up is that I can eat froyo for dinner and no one can tell me not too!
Plain frozen yogurt topped with kiwi and mandarin orange slices.