In spite of an unwelcome attack of my old buddy insomnia last night, and then a doubly unwelcome attack of the feline-that-must-be-fed-NOW, the exam went well. I've been pointlessly torturing myself over whether 'litter' really is a fixed effect (it might be random), but otherwise, no real issues. I managed to get the code into SAS, which obliged by spitting out almost comprehensible output, and that's more than I was hoping for.
After the exam, I refused to do anything except be taken out for lunch at The Honeypot. They do a chicken, avocado and bacon salad that never disappoints.
No slimy avocado here.
The Programmer got a seafood chowder.
Fully fueled, we headed to the mall to get started on the major mission of the weekend: Mamasana's 60th. Today was shopping for presents and outfits (50's theme), and tonight features the biggest explosion of productivity ever seen in Sara's kitch.
- vegan death by chocolate cake (there will be vegans there) or avocado ganache cake
- a huge kumara salad
- homemade hommus with raw veges and all sorts of crackers
- fruit platter
I also need to make a kombucha haul tomorrow morning.
On the way home we took my new car through an automatic car wash. What an experience!
It looked, and smelled, like the car was being swallowed by bubble gum. It was also very.. private, with all the windows covered like that. Who knows what goes on in cars with the windows obscured and the occupants fearing digestion by bubble monster?
The car wash also managed to reveal evidence of a few hastily patched defects on the reverse bumper. I've noticed minor deviations from what should be perfect lines in the panels too, when the light is at the right angle. I wonder if the car has a violent history?
Once home, I celebrated my lucky escape from the bubblegum car foam by munching a few pieces of protein fudge (basically the ganache part of the avocado ganache cake, but with some WPC added). Little bombs of fat, protein and nom-nom-nominess.
Due to study fretting, yesterday I was very naughty. I skipped yoga. Generally the F3 Challenge is going to plan (my spreadsheet for week two is here), but I am well aware that I'm heading into "the abyss". I can feel it. That's the 3-4 week mark where you feel that the efforts have been ongoing but the results are not yet mind-blowing. The 'four week freak' is so common that every fitness program should come with a personal mentor that shows up on your doorstep on week three, day one and stays for two weeks. They only have one job: to say to you 10 000 times a day 'you will succeed and it will be worth it'. No other thoughts shall persist.
It is just two more days until the second Festive Fitness Focus check-in. As it's unlikely that personal motivation is going to just turn up, my plan is to psych myself into staying committed. I think that saying things like 'you will succeed' and 'do it, Sara!' out loud would be fine. People generally expect that sort of nuttiness these days, don't they?
F3 Challengers: Do you have a plan to keep your motivation tanked up?