...and hit every delicious, fattening thing on my way down. Almond croissant, tasty quesadilla, cherry coke, HOT PASTRAMI SANDWICH. "I'm on vacation!" I told myself, but really it was just Portland and I'm home now, so what's my excuse for the ice cream I'm about to tuck into? PRESIDENTS DAY? Frick! And you know I haven't exercised (besides a 3 mile walk on Saturday, but that was to FOOD). Someone tell me something to get me back on track. I already feel the "snowpants" effect creeping back to my thighs. Help me please.
PLEASE!
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A. You were on vacay.
ReplyDeleteB. I learned from the Biggest Loser that you just get up and work out harder the next day. Cappy's, anyone?
C. Everybody slips... you just have to get up and going, thinking about that wedding + a teeeeeny little dress and svelte strong arms.
D. Go git'em.
I agree with SJ. Vacation, even if it is just to Portland, is still a vacation and it warrants some good food time. :) But if you want an ass kicking to get back on track, just read my comment on SJ's post from today.
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