So, yeah, Monday. Ass kicker of a Monday.

But I did something so uncharacteristic that I had to get on here and let out a rollicking "FUCK YEAH!"

All the way home I waffled. I talked it over with myself:

You can just go home, it would be completely okay to just eat until your feelings go away in a blissful food stupor.

You could seize this opportunity to kick some ass and just purge the bad chemicals and thoughts.

But you don't have to.

It's okay to just eat.

Think of the pot pie. Think of the Twinkies.

Think of how much better you'll feel if you run the hell out of that machine while you watch "Best in Show".

You should work out.

You don't have to. But you should.

Oh, you should all over yourself too much.

But if you don't change what you do, you'll stay fat.

Hmmmph.


For once, I did something I didn't regret. 369 calories in 30 minutes, and I'm still here. Lots of good stretches and even some crunches on the yoga ball.

Now, the Cajun did PT today that put me to shame, but we shall leave his accomplishments for another day. I'm proud of both of us.