At least I remembered to stretch...

I'm really not very good at this whole 'break day' thing. Soda and poptarts don't make for a healthy day's eating. At least I remembered to stretch!

I actually think I do better on the days I've exercised because I feel like eating poorly negates the work I've done. When I haven't done anything, there's not as much guilt associated with my poor (but DELICIOUS) nutrition choices. Sugar and fat and caffiene shouldn't taste so damn good, and green things shouldn't taste so...blah.

Overall it was a pretty good day. James and I went down to Wilmington and talked to the Coast Guard recruiter. I didn't post about it beforehand, because I didn't want anyone (and by that I mean my mother) to hear about it down the grapevine and have a massive aneurysm, but we talked about it earlier, so I can write about it now. It was just a short informational sort of talk, just to see what options I may have...I left feeling pretty good. It's way too late for me to get into the officer program for 2012, but if I don't have a job in my field by this time next year...well, it's definitely worth considering.

After that, we hurried back to base because he had to return to work, and I had a doctor's appointment. I rolled in 20 minutes late, because I'm a gangster like that, and my doctor was somewhere doing an emergency procedure anyway. I rescheduled, and with my new free afternoon, I drove down to Onslow Beach. I spent the rest of the day sitting on a blanket next to the ocean, reading a book and enjoying the sun and wind and sound of the waves. It was glorious.

Back to the grind tomorrow...work and exercise, and no poptarts. Sigh.