UnAcceptable

We have been a sorry lot of bloggers this week.

HOWEVER,

given A. a computer crash on Friday night that crept through mid-day Monday and an inability to focus at work (hey! look at that, people ARE right: you shouldn't shit where you eat. I can only imagine what sort of hell would ensue at work if one of my coworkers stumbled across my gchat conversation).
B. A bit of a relationship snafu.
and C. a trip to Costa Rica, which involves mega-yachting (Gingham explained to me that this means the yacht is OVER 100 feet: yes, please!) we have been slightly out of commission.

All I can say is that I just walked to work with my coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. It's amazing the clarity that comes forth when you literally have two of your three vices in hand. Needless to say I must stop smoking: I miss smelling, but goddamn it goes well with coffee. So does Jameson for that matter, but 6:30 a.m. is a little early for that, even for me.

A recap of the week in regards to food and workout: I managed to squeeze in two workouts with the trainer over the past four days and I am still walking around like I have a stick up my ass from the 240 lunges on Sunday. TWOHUNDREDANDFORTY. Was he trying to kill me? Maybe.

Yesterday I had what I can only assume was a 5 lb burrito with wine around 2 p.m. followed by a tofu and broccoli scramble around 11 p.m. OH, and another glass of wine. In good news I can't even remember what I ate on Sunday and Monday. I'm sure it was mostly spinach and lean proteins and pomegranate seeds.

I am certain that tomorrow will be yet another day of gluttony, followed by regret and then more gluttony: The only situation in which I willingly slather mayo on anything is for a turkey sandwich made with those delicious little buttery rolls.

The holidays are upon us: Cheers to over indulgence and fantastically awkward family interactions!