I found food. I found water. I didn't die.
Brooke was at work and Mom took off early this morning for the airport to fly stand-by. She's back, though. No openings all day.
My PAs yesterday recommended I start doing something other than sitting on my butt. I agreed. I tried some sit-ups. I got to 30. I tried some "girl" push ups. I got to maybe 5.
Now let me very quickly tell you why this makes me extremely mad. I was on my second attempt at the 100 push-ups goal. I was on week five and dominating. It took me maybe 9 weeks to get to week 5. I was even doing push-ups in Colorado, where there's practically no air. Now, as soon as I get back to work, I'm going to be made fun of, a lot.
I suppose there might be a joke or two in there about snowboarding into a tree. I earned that.
My appetite was awful this morning and throughout the day. But as soon as Brooke got home from work around 8:00PM, I chowed down. Hopefully I can keep that going. I think I've lost close to 30 pounds.
All muscle, of course.
Sweet new diet! Snowboard into tree and lose 30 lbs., guaranteed!