Exercise: a crazy ass aerobics class at Bally's called "Hi-Lo." Picture the most hyperactive kid in class kicking, jumping, bucking, flailing, and screaming. That was my aerobics instructor, and the dance studio was packed. It got so hot and sweaty in there I started smelling salt, like "ooh! Someone's cooking Ramen noodles!" kind of salt.
3 sets each lat pulls, back pulls, chair dips, and 2 sets bicep curls.
Polar: 700 calories.
Breakfast: oatmeal, soy milk, apricot yogurt.
Snack: Trader Joe's brownie bites
Lunch: Mastro's leftovers, one more time. Brussels sprouts, asparagus, mashed potatoes (found a lobster chunk in it!), creamed spinach, the last bit of the rib eye steak.
Man, if you were watching me trying to cut the last, last piece of meat off that rib eye bone, you would have thought I was really pathetic.
But I love me my steak.
Snack:cookies, half apple, strawberries, whatever I could find. I am always starving at around 4 or 5pm...
Dinner: soy milk, panettone!
It's no surprise that Simon's family is way more wealthy than my family. We've just started talking about a budget for a wedding, and even though we haven't really laid any groundwork, I am starting to feel like it might be harder than I thought to get a straight answer out of anyone. Just take this conversation we had last night about it:
Anna: You're hella rich.
Simon: Yeah? So?
Anna: Do you want to sign a pre-nup before we get married?
Simon: Nah, that's just silly. We're going to love each other forever! [hugs, kisses, eyes twinkle with happy tears]
Anna: If we get divorced, I'm suing you for 50% of your net worth.
[Simon leans in close, clutches my waist, and starts shaking me. Whispers...]
Simon: No you won't, because I'll KILL YOU before it gets that far.
[Simon and Anna burst into laughter on the bed]
Simon: Hmm. Why am I aroused now?