Well as much fun as last Saturday was, I'm actually changing my MO for this weekend: no fun cocktails and more fitness and weekday food items. Meaning, no weekend indulgence. Collectively groan/sigh/throw a tantrum with me, won't you? I don't even know if I have mentioned on here yet that I'm going to Mexico in the beginning of June. Our darling friends are getting hitched South of the Border in Cabo and I'm very much looking forward to some days off work, celebrating my friends, getting a tan, staying at a resort with all my buds and sleeping by the ocean. I CAN'T WAIT.
Actually, I can. Because I still got some el bees (the Spanish way to say pounds, right?) to drop before that happens. Hence the point of this post (using the word 'point' here very liberally): I will be having a healthy weekend. I don't want to be out late or find myself in a Mexican Standoff with a plate of Nachos and some Fries at the end of the night. I know who will lose: Me. Or more accurately: Gain.
So I'm really just looking forward to walks, mocktails and more of this:
|Saturday Morning workout last weekend on the Portland Waterfront|
Besides, due to a heavy workload this week, I'm pretty behind on all Celeb gossip but I hear little Miss Kimmy has made more fun choices in the one-woman show titled "OMG does this baby belly make me look fat?!?[cue the ugly crying]". So I'm excited to devote some of my weekend to enjoying her weird narcissism during her pregnancy.
Happy Friday, Happy Weekend... and sweet dreams Mr. Ebert: thank you for your gift.