HOORAY! I was kinda grown up today and got my booty onto the scale and it wasn’t as bad as I thought but yeah, there’s a reason I’ve been doing the wiggle dance to get into my pants. Note: the wiggle dance is significantly below the using pliers to pull up your jeans. See Dazed & Confused.
Oh and I also ran (2.87 miles) and ate some kale. GO ME!
I’m hoping to get in two more runs this week and continue bringing healthy lunch to work. That would spell S-U-C-C-E-S-S – success!!! Anyways, speaking of spelling/cheering things I had an interesting moment last night at the Whole Foodie as I was buying some well deserved dark chocolate after my crazy fiasco of submitting the rent check. Another grown-up bonus – rent submitted on time – check! Ok, back to the Whole Foodie. The Cashier Guy calls me up and the following ensues:
Cashier WF Guy: Next
Cashier: Were you a cheerleader, like at any time, in your life
LBG: Ummm, yeah. A really long time ago in another life. How’d you know?
Cashier: The head tilt with the “Hi.” Can’t be that long ago?
LBG: Like 1998 long ago.
Cashier: So how old are you? Like 27. That’s not so bad.
LBG: Try 32…..
Cashier: Well you don’t look it.
(Nice save, sir)
Oh the Whole Foods, nothing but adventure and randomness. Maybe random adventures. Who knows???
That was my mid-day slacker post. I hope you enjoyed it, interwebs…or anyone who stumbles upon my cray, cray. That would be nice.