I wasn't in any particular hurry to get to work yesterday. I knew it was the company golf tournament (which is a pay-to-attend event) which clears out the building. I did it once and wanted to kill myself after the 9th hole when someone told me we were only halfway done. Halfway done after three frickin' hours? What kind of torture is golf anyway?
Needless to say, I am not a golf person. It is a game that is made unnecessarily hard by playing on a huge field with a tiny ball hit by a tiny paddle at the end of a very long stick. What's more, you need many of these paddles since having just one isn't sufficient necessitating a tiny cart to drive oneself around said field. Right.
Enough hating on golf.
Knowing it was golf day, I took my time getting ready in the morning to the point where I even pulled out the dreaded scale! This event can only occur first thing in the morning before drinking or eating, and of course after emptying my bladder. Still half asleep, I get onto the scale with low expectations only to find that I'm 11 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight.
Which is great in a way.
Except for the fact that my stomach looks like a baked alaska when I try to sit up. :(
I am still heavy on my feet so my ankles, knees and hips ache still just from walking around too much. It's probably too early to start running again. It would be nice to start working out again partly to fix this pudgy body, partly for my mental health and mostly just for a me activity but it is a low priority right now.
In the meantime, I suppose I can avoid sweets since I have a baked alaskan of my very own.
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