First confession: It’s past midnight and I just remembered to write this.
Second confession: I just ate a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
Third Confession: I missed my long weekend run and I’m having total anxiety over missing it – not only because it puts me behind in training, but also. running is what keeps me sane.
Fourth Confession: I went to the gym today for the first time is FOR. EVER. It felt really good, until I told my trainer that I’d eaten fried pickles and he scolded me. Yes, scolded. Then he punished me with kettleball torture.
Fifth Confession: This week has been a complete and total blur. We are in family crisis mode, so I’m not going to even scratch the surface of what I ate this week . DOUGHNUT. WHIPPED CREAM STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CAN.
Sixth and Final Confession: My eyes are swollen and I’m so. damn. tired. I am going to bed, and when I get up tomorrow, I expect to see lots of comments with all of YOUR confessions.
Also? I need to hear something funny. Tell me a funny (even better? embarrassing and funny) story in the comments, k? Thanks.
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