It's over! And, no, you're not going to woo me back with your creamy deliciousness and intoxicating aroma. I mean it this time. We're through!
Yes, it seems like H and I have been celebrating our wedding for months now. It's been a non-stop party. And, just because I'm training for the half marathon, that has not tipped the scales (terrible pun) in my favor as I've been eating like a pig and drinking like a fish.
H feels the same way. Even our cat is fat! The vet said last week that Magoo was borderline obese!
So, it's a new day at the Fernicola Ronay house. The party's over! Back to a healthy routine...
I'm sorry, Sprinkles. Don't cry. It's not you. It's me. Let go of my arm. I have to go now. But, we'll always have the summer of '10.
Today, I am grateful ~
1/ That even though I feel unhealthy, my body is functioning and that fact isn't lost on me. (In other words, I'm not a complete ingrate and I'm not completely shallow. Just a little of both.)
2/ That H would love me any which way. And vice versa.
3/ That I will not beat myself up when I make a Sprinkles booty call after the half marathon ... and on my birthday in October ... and on other special occasions. What can I say? We're like Carrie and Big.
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