put your favorite perfume on.

Today I had every intention of running 1.25mi on the treadmill.

Fuck that, I went for two. 2.00 MILES!

Including my 5 minute cooldown, it took 36 minutes which is a horrible time, but the point is that I did it. At 1.67 miles I told myself to do the whole 5k but then I took a look at the clock and realized I was going to be late for a lunch date.

Goal for tomorrow: 5k on the treadmill, nonstop.

Because of my badly timed lunch date, I didn't have time for the elliptical but I wasn't especially bothered by this since I did almost 3 miles on the treadmill between the warmup, actual run, and cooldown. I WAS ON FIRE.



For lunch, boyfriend and I went to Chili's for the Bottomless Express Lunch. For some reason, people think of "bottomless" to be a challenge. But for a mere $7.99 I was perfectly happy with one salad, one bowl of soup, and picking at the basket of chips and salsa. Our server was strongly suggesting I "take advantage" of the bottomless and order more, but for some reason she couldn't comprehend the fact that I was both financially and gastric-ly happy with my amount of consumption.

It's also the same reason why I hate going to buffets, because skinny people think of them as playgrounds for fatties. I SAID NO THANK YOU.



I hit my runner's high at 8:48 in the middle of "Electric Feel" by MGMT. I seriously could not have timed that better. Also, going from Britney Spears to old school No Doubt to Lady Gaga sent me into a happiness seizure.

Sitting pretty at 262.5. I'm afraid to buy clothes now, I feel like things are about to change really quickly.