Good News. Bad News.

Good News: We accomplished item #2 from yesterday's list and went on a whopping 2 mile run.
Bad News: My chest burned like no other, I had to take two walking breaks, and I got a major side cramp. From 2 miles. TWO! How the eff did I ever run that marathon before?! Our goal was to do another 2 miles today, but from the way I'm hobbling around, it's a good possibility I might try to get out of it.

Good News: We're going to Lake Allatoona today for a few days of cabin fun with the fam. And TONIGHT, The Dizzle will be making his oh-so-famous-mouth-watering-I've-been-craving-this-for-six-months CHILI!
Bad News: As much as I'd love to share this recipe with all of you, it is forbidden. This is a top secret recipe that has to stay in The Dizzle's hands and family for life. I deeply apologize. But, I mean, as laid back as The Dizz is on everything else in life, if this is the one thing he's adamant about, I guess I've got to comply, right? Girlfriend duties.

But here's a grainy cell phone picture that I took a long time ago. So I guess that's almost as good.

Good News: I finally got on the scale this morning to weigh myself and kick-start my little diet and exercise plan.
Bad News: I finally got on the scale this morning to weigh myself and kick-start my little diet and exercise plan.

Good News: I got to cook last night! In a real, full-sized kitchen! There was a casserole, there were cream-cheese mashed potatoes, and there was a hearty salad.
Bad News: I burnt the shit out of my thumb in a 350 degree oven. To which I spent the rest of the night with ice on it until I passed out again at promptly 10pm.

Good News: When we were in London last week {that sounds so weird to say, especially as I'm sitting here typing this in GEORGIA. Plus, I'm trying hard not to become the girl that always refers back to her travels, but anyway...}, The Dizzle and I were sitting in a pub, talking about dogs again. And if you remember from this post, we had agreed that we're on the same page and do want one at some point.
So anyway, at this pub, I got the grand idea to go to that one website where you can take a test to figure out which dog breed fits best with you and your lifestyle. We each took the test separately. And what do you know, a Labrador Retriever ranked highest for both of us! So then of course we spent the next hour oohing and awwing (mostly by me) over Lab puppies. In a pub. In London. <--see what I did there?
Now on to my good news (finally): Yesterday, I convinced The Dizz to go to the pet store and just look at a Lab. And he agreed! And we played with the cutest little bundle of joy! And I got so so excited and happy! And we've definitely agreed that a Lab is the one we want!

Bad News: Then it was time to go. And I was sad. And I really wanted him. But The Dizzle reminded me that we don't have a home, nor an income, for a dog right now. Details, I say! Why can't we just be 2 homeless people in love with a bundle of joy between us in our cardboard house by the freeway? Sound pretty romantic if you ask me.

Good News: The Dizzle just made me breakfast!
Bad News: I must leave you now to eat it. Don't cry too hard. ;)

xoxo