Alright. This’ll be quick. But I have totally rocked it out today.

I started off this morning with Winsor Pilates. I had planned on BL yoga and pilates, but 4:45 is just too freaking early. I’ll take what I can get, and I was thrilled. I caught myself standing taller all day.

See I have this shirt. I have had this shirt since…oh, 1999 or so. I use it as my gauge. It has gone through thick and thin -  literally. It fit when I bought it, but it went through a stage of being a sleep shirt only ’cause it is so stinking soft, but was too stinking tight. And then it fit and I wore it in public again (sometime in 2004), but then it shrunk I grew, and it was put in my box with clothes I plan to make into a quilt. I dug it out a few weeks ago and wore it under a sweater, and today I put it on again. Get out!

Granted, it hugs in the wrong places and I had to wear a cardigan over it because of the bleach spots, but I wore it in all it’s soft glory. And I was pleased. And I was cute. Even though I have a nice new mirror in my room, I can obviously not turn the lights on or go downstairs and get the real camera. Hence still ridiculous full-length shots, but it’s what you get.

After work, I went to PFChang’s with a friend. I did my research (they list nutritional info on their site) and made decisions before I went. I had most of a bowl of hot and sour soup, half of the brown rice, half of the Cantonese shrimp entree, and the carrot cake mini-shot dessert. For a grand total of 597 calories. For PFChangs! I was psyched. And I have leftover shrimp and rice for lunch tomorrow!

And then? I went to the gym. (I missed the Biggest Loser chat with FB, but I was there in spirit!) An hour on the Arc trainer (over 3 miles!) and an hour on the bike (almost 13 miles) and 1001 calories gone.

I feel strong. And proud. And stinky. And I’m embracing them all. Until the shower, that is.