If it tastes good, it's probably bad for you....

So welcome to Thursday. May I start out by saying that this week has not gone entirely to plan. I figure I could lie, say I have wogged each day, but alas I am a terrible liar. On Tuesday I dressed in my (ahem) finest workout attire, climbed aboard the hamster wheel, and began to wog. What I learned quickly, suddenly even, is that one sports bra is insufficient for an event such as wogging to those who are, how should I say this, top heavy? Double sports bras are unmistakably vital in the quest for the half, and I, sadly, only donned one. I trotted for five minutes, then relieved my "chesticles" (and those poor persons jogging around me) from the painful bouncing that had ensued. Lesson learned. Again. I did get in a very nice leg and rear delt workout, so all was not lost. Yesterday, ah yesterday...Yesterday I ate rich, buttery, calorie laden food for the first time in weeks and it is safe to say my tummy was ill prepared for that particular change of pace. Therefore, no gym activity of any sort was attempted. It is what it is. So today will be yet another attempt, double sports bra in place, to jump back on the wheel and attempt three miles. I believe, oh yes I believe, I can do it. Hopefully today's little Public Service Announcement brought some peace of mind to those members of, or family members of, the mightily blessed top heavy members of today's athletic society. Oh, and the countdown? We're under three months til D-day. Tick tock....