My pedicure is beautiful. I have a sore left-foot-ring-toe. I don't remember any pain, but she obviously hurt my toe. Oh well. I needed a gym day off anyway. And I planned on doing yoga/pilates, so I should be fine.
(And I've got a great "Scale-Free February" graphic showing my great toes, but I can't get it to load! I'm not giving up, just posting anyway. You'll see it soon!)
I am incredibly proud of myself. We went out to dinner after church last night. We went to Ramsey's - sort of a local Cracker Barrel type joint. Others at the table had big breakfasts, a fried buffalo chicken sandwich, chicken-fried steak. And what did I have? A chicken sandwich. A small grilled chicken breast on whole-wheat toast with tomatoes, lettuce, sprouts, and avocado. And how was it? AWESOME! It was exactly what I wanted! I felt full and satisfied and proud that I stuck to plan. I didn't feel slighted or angry or anything. It was great.
I wanted to publically announce that I have the best husband ever. He also thinks I need an iPhone. Yeah. So within the next few days, I'll have a new toy. (The phone is in his name, so he'll have to be with me to get the number switched.) But the best part is the conversation that occurred in the car last night:
Nate: Yeah, go ahead. Get the iPhone. It's fine.
Me: Sweet. You'll get some really good sex when I bring it home.
Nate: Oh, is that what it takes? Wait. That's not what I meant!
Me: So it's not always really good?
Nate: That's not what I meant!
And that conversation made it impossible for him to renig.