The Funk Comes and Goes

Today is all about the funk, and no, I am not talking about how I smell after an hour and half of pouring sweat in the morning. I'm talking about that mood that one gets in for no real good reason and can't seem to shake for no good reason. This morning I was funnnnnkkkky, and I can't tell you why. I woke up on the correct side of the bed, which also happened to be the right side, so no clue as to the funk this morning. And it stayed all the way through lunch to my dismay. I just could not shake the thing. But... Today is my friend Cassie's birthday and Connie made some "special" brownies for her. I was told that these brownies might could shake the curse that was over me. And... It worked, after about 2.5 more servings. There goes the diet out the door. Then I proceeded to wave it goodbye by saying that I would be at dinner tonight for birthday celebrations at Miyabi's. I guess everyone needs a day off of dieting, but I think that I not only fell off the boat, but started drowning. I'll be drowning in something completely different tomorrow... a unique combination of sweat and rain, which we are supposed to be getting for the rest of the week. Maybe the gods will spare me for just a little while as to get in that oh so important morning run, in which the big daddy says he running with me. He thinks he's making me a marthon runner. Please hold while I continue to laugh out loud. Ok, I'm back. Again, all's I want (that's for you, Pam) is a good 6 mile run after the swimming and biking. :) Here comes to bandwagon to take me to dinner. I'm jumping on..... but I'll jump back off tonight and back onto the eating good bike that'll take me to boot camp in the AM.