Progressing with this week's goals

So today was a long surgery day. After standing in one place for so long, it's usually my knees or feet that hurt, but over the last few days, it's been my low back. I'm assuming it's because I have poor posture because it goes away the second I am able to sit or slouch. That, or I've gained so much weight recently that my back is having trouble balancing it out (I'm hoping it's the former, but likely has some contributions from the latter). Anywho, I thought about hitting the gym after work, but it was already past 6, I have exams this week, and I still had to make dinner. If I can get out before 6 tomorrow, I promise I'll go.

I was pretty good with my week's goals (blogging, photographing, and no eating after 8pm) today. I'm blogging and I photographed most of my foods. I took a pic of breakfast, but that disappeared (it was early, I guess...). I forgot to snap one of lunch since I was eating at the hospital, but I did get photos of my post-work snack and my dinner. So, that's something. 

Hunk o' chicken, protein yogurt, and energy draaaaank

Maple salmon with sides for dinner

Another reason why I hate cooking - you have to clean up afterwards

I spent a lot of time packing my lunch and snacks tonight because I'm trying to be a good Danika. Also, today I ate two of the fiber plus bars, which they recently reformulated to include more calcium, and I'm guessing they're a bit more potent than previously because whoa, was I farting like it was my job during our afternoon surgery. So, I'm going to have to cut back to one and think of a different afternoon snack. Tomorrow, I've packed some almonds and a greek yogurt.

Now I'm heading to bed. I didn't get as much studying in as I should have, so I'm hoping my sleep is really restful so I can tackle my long day tomorrow!

Today's positive: The surgeon was putting in a catheter and had to put the lady in frog legs position. At the same time, the anesthesiologist turned on his anesthetic gas and so the surgeon says, "Mmm. I just love that smell." The anesthesiologist and I both looked at him and he immediately says, "The sevflurane - your gas - not down here (a.k.a. in this lady's naked crotch). I was like, "Phew. That's good because that sounded a little pervy." He was like, "Yeah. Bad timing." Haha.