Jlogged

I start the day off well. Eat balanced, do my workout. Then, mom (*aka* the little devil with a pitchfork on my right shoulder) tells me that if I don’t eat at Gauldalupe’s with her she will string me up by my toes and beat me with an organic carrot. Well, it didn’t *really* go exactly like that…she actually only had to merely mention mexican food and I was a goner.

The day rolls on, I rake for about two hours in the back yard, hauling huge piles of leaves across the yard the compost pile. “Good” i think to myself, “this is working off that lard filled lunch.” Then the unthinkable happens. I promised the boys we would make sugar cookies tonight. NOOOOOOOO! Can’t…..reisist….must…eat…chewy…warm…pink sprinkly….cookies. Oh, and I did. :bangs head on wall: I did.

So in the morning, when I have a junk food hangover, and am cursing Mina’s name (she is the fat eliminator work out chick with a discustingly happy atittude, and knock out bod) I might not think my food choices were such good ones.

Here’s to a better day tommorow, and hopes of a stomach that doesn’t look like a deflated balloon stuffed with jello. ]]>

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