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Stumped for now.

So much for all my goal settings of yesterday.

The only thing I really accomplished was making my bed and working out. To tell the truth, I came home later than I normally do, and I was so exhausted that I didn't even bother to eat in the kitchen like I normally do. I ate in my bedrooom. The Chicken Tangine I made on Sunday was awesome! It's a bit on the sweet side but it almost satisfied my sweet tooth. I say almost cos I ended up eating some chin chin as well. But the good is, because I was eating in my bedroom, and I was tired as all get out, I was too lazy to get more Tangine or more chin chin. So for once, I only had one serving of whatever instead of ten thousand like I usually do. Hmmmmmmm.

But thank God, today is a new day and I promise to be on it. As soon as I get out of this bed that is. I keep smelling the garbage from my room. I don't recall putting any animal flesh in there so am a bit perplexed. And since I thoroughly cleaned on Sunday, whatever is in there is from cooking so again am confused. Whichever way, it's going out this morning with me. I tend to put it off cos the bin is far from where i park and i'm usually behind when i leave the house. But no excuses today. I have to pass the bin to get to my car, which is annoying in itself. But more on that later maybe. most likely not. LOL


Been trying for the past half hour to add a weight loss ticker to my entire blog. Maybe am just impatient but I can't seem to figure it out. So i just added it to this post instead. I will keep working on it.


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