I missed that part during puberty where I was supposed to be good at girly things... can I get a mulligan?

Let's see with my motivation at a low point but inching up, a husband who bullies - I mean coaches - me into working out, a dog who stands guard at the door, and a sister who is super supportive I've managed to run twice this week. I can't wait until Sonja gets back, I've missed my running buddy!

Sunday 6/14 - I cheated big time on my workout. Doing my intervals was okay, I'm repeating the week 3 workout, but I only did it for 20 mins instead of the full 30. Parrish didn't seem to notice, and then I started kicking myself because I shouldn't have cheated.

Wednesday 6/17 - I have to get back into working out in the morning. Coming home, eating dinner, then running stinks, and it makes me feel nauseous. Jagger, my dog, who has been overly protective for the last several months has taken to laying right outside the door of our guest room when I'm on the treadmill, staring down the hall. It's freaking me out a smidge - either A.) he knows something I don't or B.) he probably should be on lithium.

Anyway, when Jagger wasn't freaking me out (or licking himself. little guy really has a problem with that), I did another bout of intervals. All 30 minutes of them.

I get to go shopping for clothes this weekend and I'm super excited about it! I can't buy a lot cause we are still trying to be super responsible, but I would love to get a new pair of jeans that fit, or a pair of shoes, or a maxi dress, or a new purse, or just something to go with my new haircut (which I'm trying not to get too excited about cause they all end up looking the same after I get my sub-par styling skills involved). *sigh* it's times like this where I wish I had a sugar daddy.