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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five Degrees

God, dinner & a show last night was soooooo good. I've seen Stop Making Sense about two dozen times but that was the BEST. EVER. Pistachio-crusted scallops over a bed of Butternut Squash Risotto & cherry reduction drizzle? To die for.


So I haven't updated Operation Pudge-be-Gone this goes:

Saturday I was lazy. No exercise (will exercise 2x one day this weekend). I know, I know. Superlame & I really have no excuse.

Sunday consisted of a nice, long walk.

Monday was an hour-long "toning" class. By "toning" they meant somewhere in the realm of a million squats & 750 thousand arm reps. My bum & tris are still a little sore.

Tuesday was another long the snow.

Tonight is another hour-long spinning class. I'm so excited!



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