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
A fat kid trying to suck it up so she won't have to suck it in.