I was gonna say shit, but I figured that it would be a little harsh for some poor soul to accidentally stumble upon this blog too early in the A.M. before finishing at least one cup of coffee. There could have been a profanity induced injury or something and I am just not ready to accept that kind of guilt!
Soooo, anyway... here I sit at 0'Dark:30 looking at the treadmill from the corner of my left eye. I have guilt here, people. I TOTALLY abandoned my new best friend when he ( ALL exercise equipment are masculine, because only a man could make us want to throw up after spending an hour busting your ass for him!) was just trying to help. He didn't do anything wrong. I got a touch of the tummy bug, and no one wants to run when at any second horrible things could come pouring out of you! Then my right heel started hurting again. Not sure if it's plantar fasciitis or heel spurs. But I don't like people touching my feet. It freaks me out. (add that to my list of weird shit that freaks me out!) So until they find a way to fix it without touching my feet, NO Podiatrist for me! Then before I knew it an ENITRE WEEK had passed me by with nary a tread on that mill! I've been pretty good with the food intake though. So thank GOD for that! Although there was this one incident with a Chocolate Junior that we won't discuss because my C.E.A. sponsor would be upset. (Cake. Eaters. Anonymous. y'all. Pay attention!) I kind of feel guilty but then again I think I needed a break. To prove that I am capable of taking a break and not going monkey shit crazy and gaining back all 8.5 pounds I have lost in the last month or so! So, the moral of the story here y'all... I have no friggin' idea! It's SIX. IN. THE. MORNING. What do you want from me?