Oops. I've kind of treated you badly lately. First, it got all cold outside, so I stopped going outside for walks and runs.
Then, it was Thanksgiving weekend, and I ate twelve thousand pounds of food.
Yesterday, I tried on a pair of thin jeans and could see my cellulite through the material. What have I done to you!? (Not to mention the flabby upper arms that poked out of my tank top. Winter means my body goes into hibernation.)
Now, I've given you a sore throat and I just know that it's because I've been choosing junk over veggies.
It's not about feeling like you look bad, it's about feeling bad because I've neglected you.
Let's start over. I'm not waiting for New Year's, either. That's a whole month away. (Also: 2009 is only 31 days away!?)
But first, let's eat some peanut butter pie and drink some Silk Nog. And then, seriously, I'll take better care of you.
How does the treadmill sound? How about some yoga?
[Don't forget to ask me a question by tonight!]