Moo.

I feel like lard. Ok, I know I'm technically far from fat. However, I can tell when I'm above my norm. How can I tell, you ask? Because I ate and drank my way through my holiday adventure in Oregon. And before I came back to Virginia, I told myself I'd live in the gym and eat nothing but soup until I deflated back to normal.
I've been back for a week and I've gone to the gym once. And I've ate leftover pizza the last two days. So really, I'm on track. I can literally feel those extra five or ten pounds melting away.

And yes, I was at work today... New Years day. Because I'm in the military and that's how we roll. And yeah, I posted on here while I was at work. Consider it your tax dollars hard at work. Same goes for the donkey.