I left work early today to go to the gym. Yay for leaving early, boo for running into your grandboss and great grandboss on the way out the door! I don't feel all that bad, however. I have recently been working straight through lunch, so it really doesn't seem like a big deal if an 8-5 job suddenly becomes an 8-4. Of course, it doesn't hurt that my boss is out of the country for the rest of the year...
So the reason I went to the gym is not because I have miraculously discovered a passion for exercise. Far from it, actually. I am using physical exertion as a form of self-discipline after my gluttony-fest this past weekend. Sometime this afternoon I was reminded of informal dinner plans I had made at my Fabulous Holiday Party. I decided that working out would probably balance out the additional caloric intake of a dinner out with friends. At least I like to think that's the case.
Of course, there was never a question of whether or not I would eat out with my peeps. How could I pass up an opportunity for social drinking?!
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