Day 4. Or 3. Or 4.

So, it is 4:01 PM at the time I am writing this, and though I knew this was Day 4/17 of this whole ordeal, somehow I let my chronologically challenged husband convince me today was Wednesday. I guess that makes me moderately challenged as well, since I only realized it was Thursday 20 minutes ago. I blame it on this morning.

I managed to sleep until 9 this morning. That is a rarity these days. I am up with the birds every day, but this morning I slept. And because I slept, I had a lazy start to the morning. Laying in bed, Facebooking on my phone for an hour, and KJ wakes up at 10 AM and says he wants to go to the gym at 10:30 AM because he has physio at 1:00 PM. So what does Lazy Jennifer do while he's brushing his teeth and feeding the dogs?

"You can't make me!"

I know. Not my finest moment. But I did it. I even snarfed down a yogurt in the kitchen and an apple in the car on the way to the gym! Woot woot! I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have. I was frigging ravenous when I was done my workout. That is what led me to make this beauty for my lunch!

Get in my belleh!

This is just as big as it looks. Bigger, probably. Believe it or not, there's diced avocado and flaked tuna in there, but I can't see it either. Sure, lunch was 636 calories, but when breakfast is 115 kcal and the exercise I did when I finally put on pants and went out into the world burned over 485? Fuck it.

I must say, I am feeling pretty awesome today. Down another half pound, too! Hooray for day 4 (or 3, if you ask the mister).