Yesterday I wrote about Len’s birthday meals, and how naughty I was. Well my stomach told me that I had eaten way too much. I had to wait 3 hours, and then went to the gym, with my boxing gloves, and wraps.
I really worked hard, beat the life out of the bag, and speed bag, drank loads of water, and started to feel much better.
We never go to buffets, and that is the reason why. I see food that I don’t have in the house, and have to have a little of each. All those ‘little’ end up being way too much.
Glad that we will be continuing his birthday meals in restaurants that I can divide my meal in half, and take the rest home.
Happy birthday to my husband of almost 38 years.