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New Week

I feel so accomplished this morning. My weekend was productive for once. I painted my chair and it is finally in my bedroom. The thing is, I underestimated the amount of paint I would need and went crazy with dilution. My first clue should have been that the original pattern was visible under the paint. I filed it down a bit with sandpaper which took off the color. Then, because I ran out of paint, I wasn't able to paint the seat and instead covered it with an old ankara skirt that I was planning to turn into pillows. I was very disappointed with the results, but it's now growing on me. I might leave the ankara like that or change it for another ankara I have. Lastly, I tried gluing the broken leg in place but alas, it didn't work. I guess I had better just buy a new leg for the chair.


My next project is to figure out how to stick mirrors into an old painting. I also need to pick up my hall table from the office where it has been waiting for me all last week. I really wish the office hours were compatible with the regular working person like myself, or that they came to work at the exact time listed on the door. If
I am really lucky, I might be able to pick it up on Thursday otherwise it would have to be Saturday. Argh, I just reminded myself that am working thursday night. Noooooooo.

Target is killing me right now, my chairs and table are back on sale again. After I bought my patio set, I promised myself no more Target furniture, time to diversify a bit. I think am going to order it. I wonder how long the sale will last for.  Temptation!

I cooked but I need to get back into watching my calories so I can hit my target goal of 158 this month. I have to get serious! I must work out daily and stop being so lazy when it comes to running. The minute it gets painful, I stop, instead of pushing myself further and further.

I made Cilantro-Lime Roasted Chicken with cauliflower.  I can't wait to taste it. I was fortunate to have lime and cilantro on hand, especially cilantro, not a fan of it at all. Always tastes to me like eating cloth, that and parsley. I just happened to have some leftover from the salsa I made last week. I also stirfried a whole bunch of vegetables, boiled some chicken breast, and lastly made some bok choy. I have no excuse not to eat well this week. None whatsoever!





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