stouffers mac and cheese

yes i'm eating it for breakfast. and? i'm even eating the "larger size" too. what?
speaking of food thats bad for you... the place downstairs opened and they have a "hot bar"... sometimes its chinese. sometimes its italian. a lovely surprise every day. but you know what gets me? they charge you by the POUND. i know most buffets do this, but the concept of buying your food by the POUND grosses me out. this is why i don't eat at buffets anymore. i mean i probably do eat a POUND of food a meal, but i don't want to know i ate a POUND of food. and what if you go over?! for example, its $5.49 a pound downstairs, what if one day you go in really hungry and your bill is $8.25 - which means you're eating a POUND and a HALF of food. you know what a pound weighs. imagine that shit on your ASS. how gross does that sound? i'll tell you. REALLY GROSS.

so last night i danced for three hours. by the end i was tired and cranky and needed gatorade.
i always love the ballet fit or weighted barre class. i especially like the teacher. she's so beautiful and graceful and gentle! you really need a gentle teacher because ballet is NOT easy. but its coming to me more naturally now and i really credit melody. i also love her musical selection. last night we rond de jamb-ed and battement-ed to erykah badu and the ting tings. i think i told y'all about the other week when we did the same to M.IA.'s "paper planes". love it. then i did the dance fitness class which was harder than most weeks but i managed to pick up the choreography pretty quickly. i think it was because of the three bitches in the front. when i say bitches i mean these three girls that are always up in the front of the class and talk through the whole thing. they're really good - which also makes them bitches - so they can not listen for several mintues and pick it right back up like they've been listening the whole time. guh. my pilates instructor has been joining the class halfway through and he's also a bitch because he can do the same thing - except i know his background (he's super good), so he's not so much a bitch as i'm really jealous of him. so after that i did pilates and he about killed me. we did this one position where you are on your back and you pick your legs, butt and lower back up off the floor and over your head and it was not pretty. i tried and he came over and i was like "dude, i can't do this" and he's like "yes you can, draw strength from your arms". so i did and i did it, but i got a real clear view of my FAT ROLLS. ew. three hours later it was time to go home. thank god.
so i ate my salmon and salad and went to bed. the end.