Well. I didn't have time to blog this weekend bc I was slammed with photography sessions and prepping my kitchen for demolition this week. Whoever said renovating the week you are leaving to go out of town was a good idea was seriously drunk. D-runk. On top of washing tons of clothes trying to pack essentials and find a way to shove 3 days worth of clothes for 4 people into a car, now I have to see Sheetrock dust, paint, drop cloths, stain, moldings and other miscellaneous items around my house. Did I mention my kitchen is a disaster area??!??!?
Oh. Funny tidbit of info. Joe has lost 9 lbs. turd.
I'm going to start Zumba once we get back from New Orleans. I really should go his week but I just don't want to chance reinjuring my knee before we have to walk 6 miles a day in the French quarter. Ahhhh New Orleans. I may never return....
I had Philly cheesesteak pizza last night and it was divine. Thin crust and I didn't go overboard. I'm still watching my calorie intake and following my no sugar rule (unless its from fruit ). I did Zumba for an entire hour and a half the other night and I felt wonderful. I probably looked like a cow having a seizure while being electrocuted but the endorphins were awesome. I love the "second wind" rush you get. Sometimes I don't get it if I don't work out long enough but it's worth the sweat.
I love Zumba. It makes me happy. Dancing makes me happy. God didn't choose to give me a dancers body visible to eyes. It's in my soul :) I may break a hip but I'm gonna get injured dancing my heart out :)
Off to get ready for the contractors to be here. :)
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