Did it drag or is it just me?
I finally finished House of Cards on Tuesday (or was it Wednesday?) and, um, Frank Underwood has RUINED MY LIFE. Or maybe it's Claire who ruined it, but I know it's one of them.
Work has been challenging. There's a coworker who brings me down with her holier than thou attitude. I'm not the only one she bugs, but she's really getting under my skin.
Let me stop before I go on a rant, which goes against my morals because when I started writing this blog, I vowed to not talk about work because we know how that works out for most bloggers.
I'm a bachelorette this weekend since hubby is out of town. I ordered a pizza. Pizza is one of my bad habits that landed me writing a blog about the agony of being fat.
Look at that beaut!
I vow to ride 20 minutes per slice on my recumbent bike tonight.