I have friends that will shudder at reading this post. But here goes nothing:
I run a good amount. Probably should be more considering I’m nearing the end of marathon training, but still my numbers are up there. Three days a week I wake up at 5:00 am to go to an hour long, somewhat intense fitness boot camp. Definitely gets my heart rate up and works those muscles (or lack there of, ha). Regardless, in the last month, I have gained 6 lbs. On top of the 5 I still have left to loose from the baby (who will be one in 3 weeks, what?)
And to your left we have Mr. Hostess Cup Cake. Why have I been craving you like no other lately? Who knows. Your high fructose corn syrup swirly makes me swoon.
Ask the girls I work with what I’m going to order for dinner on my next shift. No really, ask them. Everyone (well maybe not the new girl, I haven’t met her yet) will tell you without hesitation: Buffalo chicken fingers. YU-UM. And lets not forget the side of ranch AND blue cheese dressing.
And further more, am I not the “girl who cried wolf”? How many times have I blogged about this nonsense?