Do Hubster and I Share a Brain?

Sometimes I think that Hubster and I share thoughts.  We both say some pretty random things, or express the exact same comments about situations.  This exchange, referencing “Bootylicious” by Destiny’s Child, reached a new level.  We were getting ready to do our nightly P90X workout.  I was waiting for Hubster to finish putting his shoes on.

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Why I’m Finished With Greasy Fast Food

Hubster and I are completely addicted to My Fitness Pal.  We both have the app on our iPhones and track everything.  Between eating well and P90X, we’ve both lost weight and have felt awesome.

We’ve been doing this for over a month now, and haven’t had any fast food for that amount of time.  Granted, we’ve gotten Subway and Panera; but nothing that you typically associate with the term “fast food.”  While we were driving to an adjacent town to pick up a toy for C that I found on Craigslist, we stopped at McDonald’s and decided to split some fries.  Delicious in the moment.  Bad decision in hindsight.

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Pushing Myself Is Worth It

Ugh, sometimes I am completely drop-dead exhausted by the time I put C to bed at 7pm.  The last thing I want to do is wash his bottles, and I certainly don’t have the energy for P90X.  Last night was one of those nights.  I melted into the couch and watched The Bachelor, my Monday night trash TV of choice.  By the time that was over, it was 9pm and I just felt like cruising Twitter or flipping TV channels.

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