Tuesday's probably the toughest day of the week for me, painwise (followed closely by its evil twin, Monday). Monday Anna has three (soon to be two; the art class is short lived) classes. I need to drive a lot. So Tuesday night, when I have to take her to dance, I'm in bad back shape.
I needed to go to the store when in town, and I was dragging. It was so tempting to get something carbalicious! Tuesdays nights are truly brutal. Getting home, eating dinner...ugh (not the dinner part, the pain part). Again, that chocolate is STILL in the house. And I wanted it, precious. I wants it.
But tomorrow is one of the few days a year I strap on the feed bag with psychic impunity, so I'm holding tight.
Sucks, though. :}
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