It’s been an interesting weekend. I guess I’ve ended my cleanse in a very unclean way, gorging on Kudos peanut butter bars and Cheetos. Give me my preservatives, additives and caffeine or give me death! Long live the Twinkie and don’t deny me a menage a trois with my two favorite men, Ben and Jerry!!
At this point, I’m just going to concentrate on keeping up the exercise. If I can’t be a thin size four, then I’ll be a pumped size 8. I could live with being buff. “Hear me now and believe me later.” If you don’t get the reference, then it’s past your bedtime!
I will have to start hitting the tanning salon. After laying out for almost a week in Tahoe, I think I might have achieved ecru. I still glow in the dark when hit with a black light. So a-tanning I will go, a-tanning I will go… I can’t believe I live in California and have to go PAY for a tan. Damn my northern european heritage!
