5.17

Skirt: Limited
Shirt: Kohl's (Junior's department)
Shoes: Famous Footwear
Necklace: Sears

Poly tried to sabotage me. She sat on my clothes so I couldn't get dressed.  (4th picture was after work. Poly was cute.)

I wore short sleeves that showed my bodymedia fit for the first time to work. I figured I have a tan line anyway so why not.   Plus I'm leaving soon. Plus I figured I only had 1 meeting. 
But then my group went out to lunch for the first time ever. Someone asked me about my arm band. I was questioned why I have it. I shrugged and said for the data. Then I went on to tell them about it and how other people use it to loose weight but my love of data is why I have it. My group thinks I'm so weird. 


I disclosed my weight graph, calendar site and how KPIs about my workout goals on my blog. Then they really thought I was weird.   After we got back I emailed them all the site. I'm not sure if anyone looked at it though.   I had to run home to meet with a painter to get an estimate. He will paint Monday. I am so happy. Then I ran to Pep Boys on my way back. I learned why my check engine light is on. Some oxygen sensor code. P0053 was the code if I remember correctly.


After I got back I was super busy.

I spent so much time explaining some of my work to the guy taking over my stuff but then he thought he wouldn't start doing anything until I leave. I think he should start early because he needs to do stuff to try it out while I'm still around to answer questions.

I ran after work with both Jens.  I was a little late.
I talked for a bit after.
I headed home and stopped at Giant Eagle on the way home. I bought Grape propel, bread, and chips. I got home and realized we had chips. Oops.
Then I ate my Chick Fil A salad. That took me over an hour. Then I watched the rest of AGT.

I was about to go right to bed but decided to load my numbers from my run. I did that. I loaded my BodyMedia Fit data. Then I blogged. I didn't even look at the running data. I cannot even believe myself.

My brother sent me pictures of my dad's bruises. He was helping carrying my brothers stuff. I guess he over did it. He's always trying to do too much.  Timmy said the bruises looked even worse in person.