I went to my parents' lake house on Thursday night for the weekend, but I managed to workout on Friday (pats self on back) while my boyfriend yelled encouraging things to me from upstairs ("why are you breathing so loudly?" "Shuddap") ( he's a gem). We didn't have internet or phone service at my house, so I made up a little cardio routine to make myself feel better about all the beer, cured meat, and aged cheese I stuffed into my little mouth over the course of 3 days. It was hard.

Also, I'm now back on the clean eating after that little 3 day hiatus. Oh well, life goes on.