Proud of My Arms

Yesterday while we were drinking our tea at the end of yoga class (I'll write about this yoga class eventually, I promise), I could tell that Selby wasn't actually listening to whatever I was droning on about and when I gave him my patented, "What the fuck is the matter with you?" look, he was all, "Sorry, I'm just distracted by your arms."

This made my effing day and since someone sent me a link to dinosaur erotica earlier that afternoon, this compliment trumped pterodactyl porn.

I'm fucking proud of my arms.

I've been doing a pretty decent job with working out regularly but I've really ignored my diet. Too many carbs, not enough protein, and too much alcohol. Checking out my arms in the mirror made me want to make better food choices, but I was too tired to wait for the chicken to marinate by the time I got to leave the office last night and make it to the market. Instead I improvised with this for dinner. Prosciutto, grape tomatoes, sugar snap peas, and dried apricots. Sugar snap peas aren't actually paleo but the Whole 30 lets you eat them so meh. You can't out train a crappy diet and princess needs to look good for prom. My ticket is already purchased.