Sunday was a wonderful day of slug-ness. I did not do much beyond a few errands and sitting on the couch with the occasional nap thrown in. I went to bed early and woke up late. And my body thanked me this morning by not being a massive ache from one end to another as it was on Saturday.

Working out with Mike is good for me, mostly because he's just as much of a trainer for me as he is a regular workout partner. He's really revamped my workout style, forcing me to stop trying to go so heavy and instead work on more sets and more reps with better form since my goals are geared toward getting defined and cut instead of adding mass. I admit I resisted at first, because I like going heavy and being strong, but I know that he's right, and I can work on adding mass--if I so desire--after I lose more bodyfat.

Still managing to be good on the eating plan, and Subway has become my favorite place to eat when I've been too rushed to pack a proper lunch before work. It really is possible to eat nice and healthy there, and it doesn't hurt that when I'm on duty there's one store that gives a police discount! (I can get a 12" turkey sub for about $2.50--and that's easily two meals.) Heck, even at full price it's a bargain. I've discovered that I have to be very careful about ordering food when I go out to regular restaurants though. I went to dinner with my mom the other night, and ordered what I thought would be a nice healthful meal of tuna steak with veggie and potato. Unfortunately, when it came, the tuna steak was covered in a cream sauce, the veggie was some kind of casserole with what looked like a bread-stuffing base, and the potatoes looked like they'd been boiled in butter. Sigh. I scraped the cream sauce off of the tuna, and ate the veggies, and ignored the potatoes except for a bite or two. I guess the trick is to be very specific about what you want and to ask the waitress exactly how the dish comes. I hate to be like Sally in When Harry Met Sally, but I hate to waste all the sweating I do in the gym.

In other news, there's really not much happening. As usual. Heh. It's raining, and it's expected to continue raining for most of the week. Ugh. I hate working in the rain, for all of the obvious reasons.

And now I want to give some advice as a cop: If you happen to come home one day, and suspect your home has been burglarized, LEAVE immediately, even if you are 100% positive that the intruders are not there anymore. Don't go through the house and try and figure out what has been taken or disturbed. First off, it's a thousand percent safer to let the police make absolutely certain that there is no one still in the house who is not supposed to be there. But secondly, and darn near as important, if you go through the house--even if you are Macho Stud Guy and feel you are perfectly capable of taking your pistol and making sure the house is empty--you are contaminating the crime scene! You are opening and closing doors, you are smudging fingerprints, you are possibly covering footprints or drag marks. In short, you are making it almost impossible for your burglary to ever be solved. And, every piece of evidence you unwittingly destroy, also makes it that much harder to gain a conviction in the event that a perpetrator is caught.

So, dare to be a wus. Don't fuck up a crime scene. Thank you.