I was in a bit of a melancholy mood on Friday, something that was
startling apparent based on what I posted. Certainly was the opposite
of Fluff. Without going into much detail I can only say that the walnut
tree found one of the large wounds I've sustained while falling through
the branches and decided to rub salt into it.
Salt belongs on the rim of my margarita glass, not in my open wounds.
Today I am feeling much better....about the walnut situation. I do not
feel better about my health regimen; there was a "blip". In the name of
having endured a shitty week I took the drastic step of skipping my
workouts Friday, Saturday and Sunday and in their place added fried
food, beer, and a lot of trashy talking. Sometimes a girl needs to live
a little like Gretchen Wilson....
I wonder who her personal trainer is....
1 comment:
Hey, nothing wrong with food, beer, and trash talking. :) Hope it helped!
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