Nature always sides with the hidden flaw--- Murphy

First off, Happy New Year to all! If you need to feel better about yourself, please know I was kid-free that joyous NYE and was still asleep hours before the ball dropped. C'est la vie? I did have two glasses of champagne, but on a whole I don't know that I will count that as a slip from the "diet." I'm very glad I began two days before the new year. For some odd reason I feel like I'm way more accomplished. It's silly, just two days more, but it gives a great sense of fulfillment. I have completed two workouts since I last wrote. Full disclosure: I was only able to wog a total of 50 minutes the two days combined, though I did participate in other cardio exercises (stairmill and Precor). It seems my MCL is not completely satisfied with my return to wogging. I shall press on, with copious amounts of stretching and ibuprofen. Not necessarily in that order. Let's discuss sleep for a moment. I'm a self-described "sleep whore." I need sleep. I love sleep. My bedroom is a cave, completely void of light from any source. That's how it must be. I miss getting nine or ten hours of sleep a night. I yearn for the days gone by where I could log nine blissful, glorious, solid hours a night. Now? No way. Only on lucky occasions do I get 8 solid straight. And I'm learning that changing my dietary habits is affecting my energy levels, which- combined with less hours of sleep, I'm not entirely happy. I have no idea how those Hollywood bi+ch*$ go without carbs. Seriously. What are they running on, jet fuel? (I really wanted to say "meth," but that's not funny...not even once...)And, add in the excessive amount of sore that my legs and buns are feeling today? A toxic combination of cranky. As in, the three flights of stairs I must climb to reach my office may as well be Everest and me a newborn. Pain. Lots and much pain. This is my payback from all the tortuous sessions I put my clients through at the gym... Speaking of dietary habits- do you have any idea how good sugar cookies and cheesecake bites are? Anyone? And they sit upon the top shelf of my refrigerator mocking me. Taunting me. Beckoning me with their sugary goodness that goes straight to my a$$. And below them are the green beans and chicken breasts, daring me to choose other than them. It's the food equivalent of the angel and devil upon my shoulders, whispering in my ears to choose them. Bastards. I will be strong. And, while we are on the subject of food, what is the adherence to eggs? Seriously? I am so tired of eating eggs that I believe if I must choke down one more jiggly, slippery egg (in any form!) I might lost what's left of my mind! Incredible, edible- my a$$! So, to surmise, dieting is probably my least favorite portion of the wog. A necessary evil, yet evil nonetheless. Til tomorrow....