Look what you made me do.

I really can’t blame anyone for this one. A month and sixteen days from the last cheeseburger I’m admitting to, and Sean and I went to the Slow Bar to get one of their famous burgers. I was told that it’s the best in town, and while I would argue that, it was sure one of the top five. Maybe even three, but it’s hard to tell without having the burgers side-by-side. Lovely Hula Hands had a spectacular burger, though, and I’d like to line them up side-by-side. I think the salad on the Slow Burger might have been better.

People have been telling me that the best burger in town is at the Slow Bar, so it didn’t take much prodding to break my cheeseburger fast. Plus, I was kind of having a bad day. My mom was sick and I came home to make sure we didn’t need to get her to the ER for IV rehydration like the last time she had stomach cramps. Fortunately, she seems much better and just slept all day. Still made me a little tired, though.

I was dreading the workout at the gym today, figuring it would be something awfully awful, but it wasn’t so bad. We started on a barbell push-press cycle, once again reminding me how much that hurts my wrist. And the Workout of the Day, while hard, wasn’t horrible. Partner 1 minute row with 1 minute ball slams for total calories and reps. If the total looks bad, blame your partner. I love partner workouts (and really, I’m usually the one who gets the blame).