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Crash and Millie have been neglected lately. So has my kitchen. I just joined a gym, which in and of itself shouldn't take up that much time. Except I decided to take it one step further and sign up with a personal trainer. Three times a week. I might die. I promise to get more involved with the eating portion of this new adventure soon. However, for now, food is the least of my concerns. (Although, I must say that I cooked up a pot of Rio Zape beans from
Rancho Gordo yesterday that were amazing! My lunches at work this week - raw vegetables to nibble with beans mixed with brown rice - see nothing interesting happening here!)
Crash would like someone to come pay attention to him since I am being so neglectful.
Millie is just revolting and doesn't want to talk to anybody.
2 comments:
Good for you. I've just started working with a personal trainer too. We have SO much in common, don't we? :)
Cute puppies!
I second RecipeGirl! Working out means you get to eat more! Truly, I love to work out and I hope you come to love it as much as I do. I consider it my hobby along with my pets and cooking. It is actually quite addictive :)
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