Confession (or 2) of the day.

I didn't go to the gym.

And I allegedly ate 2 cookies.

But you know, I'm not mad at it. I don't skip the gym that often and have been super dedicated, I'm still going tomorrow, and I'm going swing dancing tomorrow night. So I'll still technically have worked out 3 days this week, though 4 would've been nice. This weekend is my mom's birthday and then my bridal shower, so I don't anticipate much physical activity outside of lifting a fork to my mouth.

I'll be good though- I promise. Mostly because I have to tell all of you next week and then you'll stone me if I was too bad. ;) I'm teasing, but you will lovingly scold me. Which I'll need in the event I do gorge myself on crappy food.

Thankfully though, I don't tend to want crappy food as much anymore. I don't feel good when I eat it, my face breaks out, plus I have to confess my food sins on here. Why go through the bother??

So that's it. I hope we're still friends. Just for fun I'll post a super old picture of me. I think I was like 19?? Maaaaybe 20?

Awwwww look at that baby face...

Throwback Thursday in the hizzouse*!!

<3
A Redhead

*Note: Hizzouse…?? I blame the cookie(s).

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