Waaay after I ate three and a half helpings of some random crap I threw together in the kitchen tonight; after the movie was over (Howl, by the way, with James Franco playing Allen Ginsberg, highly recommend it); and after I had already changed into my pajamas, I felt a stirring.
No, it was not diarrhea.
It was guilt.
Yep. I shirked my run today because I felt lazy after work and wanted to lay on the couch with TEH HUBZ instead.
Oh, and there was this:
But guilt is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it is nature’s way of reminding you that you’re fat. Sometimes guilt? Means you’re guilty. (I know. Deep, huh?)
So at 9:30 p.m., I threw on some shorts and a (semi) clean sports bra, and I did the Shred. (Level three, even.)
There, I worked out. Little voice has been shooshed.
See you tomorrow.