last night ian and i got the girls to bed last night and got ready for our usual snuggle up in the couch with a treat ritual. i chose a traditional dessert of powdered doughnuts and chocolate milk. as i sat there stuffing my face with these delectable delights i realized that i was starting to not feel so well. why would this be happening to me? was i getting sick? was 7:45 the new to late to eat a treat? then it hit me.
how could i be eating this while watching the biggest loser? i decided then and there and i needed to put down the doughnuts and put on the running shoes. well maybe at least just put on the running shoes.