Just before my 90 minute presentation this evening I needed comfort food. So, a double Baconator (from Wendy's), fries and an insanely large Dr. Pepper later, I was chilled enough to deliver. After I got home, I started feeling guilty about all the crap I've shoveled into my body over the past couple weeks. (Yes, now you know why I haven't been posting on here.) Guilt.
And now I'm starting to feel it. You know, that Weird Al Yankovic-wannabe-Michael Jackson-type feeling. No, not this one. This one. Yep. That's me. Not really, but it's a good image for incentive.
And now for the good news! I exercised after I got home. And I'm gonna do it again tomorrow. Just watch me. (No, not literally. That's gross.)
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