Eh, things could be better. Or worse.
Our coach is kicking our lazy butts into shape at rugby practice, but work has been so crazy lately that my attendance has been sporadic. It is sad to admit it, but I am the slowest girl on the team this year. That is absolutely frickin killing me. I come home from practice and tend to my wounded pride. But onward and upward! I will use this humiliating experience to push myself to greater heights. I will lose the 45 pounds I have gained since I made the MARFU U-23 All Stars team. And then I will lose more and I will flank! And then play center! (But never wing. That wouldn't be any fun.)
But first, I need to stop wolfing down coconut cakes from Ukrop's. Seriously, I should just stay away from Ukrop's. Nothing good comes from those trips. I come back from the farmers' market laden with organic, locally grown fruits and vegetables, but when I come home from the grocery store, I find my bags filled with eclairs and chips and spreads that have ingredients lists that include naughty things like cream cheese and sour cream. Things that are super processed and have been trucked in from all over the country. I definitely don't need to be putting that crap in my body.
The plan for this week:
Take measurements
Eat more yogurt
Walk on non-rugby days
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