I took today off from running. My hip (right) is a little tight. I think I'm over extending it in my stretching for ballet class. I've got to learn to slow down. But at 37 (soon to be 38) I doubt I'm going to learn it.
So far, I have eaten seven cookies, a bowl of cereal and nothing. I'm proud that I kept the eating off. But now I'm going to throw it all away with a dinner fit for a child. Chicken strips and french fries! I even got this "texas" barbeque sauce. I'm hoping it tastes like real texans. What would that taste like, country with a hint of racism?