That looks good. I’ve earned it. But I only went three miles, not the five I planned on. No preservatives means less calories, right? I shouldn’t. I could share it. There’s a Spin class tonight. My pants feel tight. Screw it. Delicious.
That looks good. I’ve earned it. But I only went three miles, not the five I planned on. No preservatives means less calories, right? I shouldn’t. I could share it. There’s a Spin class tonight. My pants feel tight. Screw it. Delicious.
Meg and Her Minions 
Sometimes you just have to eat the damn cake!
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The eternal carousel.
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Yep…you’ve perfectly captured that back-and-forth, the attempts to justify. I love how the title fits in, too.
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Sunday mornings are tough. So are Tuesday afternoons. And Thursday evenings. And spin class is so hard to get to…
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All too familiar! I love the internal banter and like to think that both sides settled on delicious.
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I can relate to this on so many levels..and I love it! ♥
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The story of my life, right there. Love it!
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Ha! There’s a familiar conversation. 🙂 Thanks for linking it up!
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Very realistic answer. The cost/benefit analysis of a delicious food is agonizing.
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Oh the eternal dilemma! Great take on the prompt.
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Yup.
Great work!
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Great internal dialogue – the back and forth evenly weighted. But the end means it has to be 6 miles tomorrow.
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Hahaha so true!
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I live the internal monologue, I mean I love it. Oops. 🙂
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Yes I’m thinking that right now!
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