A long one.

 The worlds biggest eggplant parm in the making. Yesterday was my day off working out, which translated into a ridiculous brunch at a friends house (with too many bloody mary's), hiking,  and cooking delight. 

Prep. I'm hosting a stella and dot party tomorrow.......which a few days ago was giving me mad stress but now, on the eve of, I'm really excited for. Nate was at school this past weekend, and this week is traveling, which excites things.....and me in my poor planning chose election day to host it, not realizing that that would mean that the schools would be closed....but here we go! I am humble enough to admit that hosting any sort of party exposes all of my wildest insecurities ~ I'm like the 8th grader throwing a birthday party utterly convinced that no one is going to show up to my party, in fact, I don't even know why I'm doing this.....but I am.

The great news is that I have a secret nugget of joy about a certain friend of mine who will remain nameless.......but who I am inordinately thrilled for and for whom I cannot WAIT to plan a party for.

Anyway.

I went a little crazy today with working out. I was in full on avoiding people persona....and full on finishing book three/starting book four/trying to quell my mounting anxiety mode.....so I got on the stairs. I finished 62 minutes of level 13 of calorie burner (extra 2 because I was literally finishing book 3)....and strapped on book 4 and went another 38 of fat burner level 13. It was excessive. I know. I was fighting lists in my head of cheese plates and RSVP lists and where to put tables and whatnot. And you know what's nuts? My hip feels great. I am off to fold several loads of laundry while I finish the book (and Karly, I want to slap Bella across her darn face.....though I can't stop reading)......And then I am going to foam roll the crap out of my hip. This is the one area of my recovery where I have been shamefully, pointedly, lacking. I resent it. It hurts. I can feel that damn screw like frankensteins bolt and I hate it.