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The tray is smaller than standard size. I swear.

Tofu, noodle, lettucey goodness.

"I'm eating the other half." That's why I love her. Because I wanted my other half, too.

There's really no comment for this.

My friend Heather and I had lunch at Longboard’s today, a place that epitomizes American-size food servings. Wraps as big as your head and they are oh-so-good. We used to eat there regularly, but traded out for healthier fare a couple years ago. But today was an “I can eat a horse” day. And if horses can be made out of tofu and rice noodles, I did.

My watch battery died so I stopped at a jewelry store to have it replaced. While waiting, I hesitated next to the counter with a Panerai Luminor, my dream watch. The sales lady ever so kindly offered to place it on my wrist. “Run! Abort! Leave now!” My mind screamed. My feet, however, remained planted as I stared longingly at the timepiece I’ve wanted for a decade.

She could negotiate some off the price. They could ship it to save on sales tax. It was so tempting. I thought about it over lunch, even asking several people whether this was a good idea. (My friends, not just random people.) Surprisingly, even my most frugal friend said to go for it.

Back to the store I went. (I still had to pick up my old watch.) The Panerai was waiting on a plush tray. The sales lady was smiling and eager. And I decided….

No.

Ugh. Practicality trumped spontaneity. I heard my friend Judith’s voice in my head, “When you have money in your pocket, you have options.” When I have a Panerai on my wrist, I just have a really amazing watch. I chose options.

On the training front, I’m cramming a full week of workouts into four and half days. Next weekend looks to be more social/less workout as Boyfriend and I head to Chicago. His friend is having a wedding reception on a yacht on Lake Michigan on the 4th. (I like to say yacht. It’s very Thurston Howell III.) Somehow I think there will be delicious beverages involved. I love a good holiday.

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