Need to rest.

I think my insides are screaming just a little. My heart may be hardening or clutching at itself, as my liver is slowly cowering and pickling in a Jess-shaped jar.
I went a little hardcore last week with the eating and didn't really adjust my exercise to suit it. This is what a confit must feel like.

Amongst the usual shenanigans...the hootenannies...irresponsibilities, I ate out a little too much.

Monday: Malaysian take out in nurse of a hangover.
Tuesday: 100 Mile Cafe after the Hive meeting
Wednesday: -
Thursday: Cafe Bedda
Friday: Vue de Monde
Saturday: 3 Generations of family dinner...Asian banquet style
Sunday: DOC

*shudder*

I guess what I am trying to say is that I have to eat simpler this week. So far, doing the vegetarian thing without cheese (*tear*) and exercising more.

Dare I say detox?