Hit the gym last night after a couple weeks off because of dealing with house stuff and worked really hard. This morning my legs aren't exactly sore, but they are really fatigued. This time of year (half-marathon training season) I get into this mode anyway, where my legs always feel like this. Not quite sore, just tired. I call it perma-fatigue.
You might be wondering why this is good news but it just is. Take my word for it. It's good news.
Also, my trainer gave me permission last night to eat whatever I want on Thanksgiving... whatever. I. want. Pie. Pie pie pie.
I already know that my tolerance for sugar is REALLY low these days (after the cotton candy, um, "occurrence" at the wedding expo) and I also know that if I eat too much wheat now (I can do a very small amount, like a couple pretzels) or any kind of processed food, which I think my grandma uses a lot of pre-made stuff to cut down on time these days, it makes me really really sick...
I'm still considering pecan pie. Like really considering it. Like my eyes are kinda big right now.
I HAVE PERMISSION.