The last day of my 20s

After my peanut butter extravaganza last night, I got in the tub with some bath salts, a rubber ducky, and a good book, and I felt better. I have to keep reminding myself that I can't gain 100 lbs. in one night. I seriously have dreams that I wake up, get on the scale, and it says 264.

Before bed, I did some wall stretches (thanks for the tip, Sarah!), and I think they really helped. I didn't have any leg cramps last night. Yay!

Upon waking up this morning, my legs were pain free and I felt much better about life. Today is the last day of my 20s, so I'm going to make it perfect. I worked out this morning, and have been eating totally on-plan today. I *almost* reached for a second mini cinnamon roll that my friend brought to work for my birthday, but didn't. Tonight, I'm planning on a 3 mile run.

The first day of my 30s will be a different story. Exercise-wise, I would like to accomplish a 4 mile run. Diet-wise, I'm pretty much screwed for the whole weekend. That's okay, though. I'm prepared for a setback on the scale. Monday I'll be exuding cows from my pores and screaming for roughage.

My next post will likely be a recounting of Meatfest 2008. If there are any vegetarian readers out there, I do apologize for any inconvenience.