Ahh. The end of the week. Never comes fast enough, though this week I shan't complain as it came around nice and quickly (even if I did think Wednesday was Thursday for an hour or so - but everyone does that...don't they?).
I don't know what it is about Fridays. I just feel knackered by the end of the day (gone are my youthful days when I didn't worry about being dog tired). At the end of week 2 of the 12WBT I've come to the conclusion that Fridays are my rest days. I don't physically feel able to lift my arse off the couch, let alone do any exercise. I don't mind forcing myself to do something on a Sunday. In fact, I think Wifey likes the fact that I get up and go and exercise (I have a bad habit of not being able to sleep in, and when I wake up, I'm really awake - not giving Wifey a chance to rest. I have been likened to a little kid in that respect...).
We couldn't be bothered with a roast chook for dinner. We cheated and grilled a chicken breast instead. Squeezed the lemon juice over it and rubbed coriander, dill & garlic into it. Scrummy. I'd deffo have that again.
Rightio. I don't have nothin' more to say. Having been a lazy sod, there ain't much to say in the first place ;)
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