I was off yesterday so I decided to fully relax and luxuriate.

I’ve been running on the treadmill for a few weeks now. Not because I want a hot bod (although that would be nice) but because I’m trying to stay off cholesterol medicine. You think that’s sexy? Wait until I get to the Metamucil!

But since I was off yesterday, I didn’t exercise, didn’t stay under my allotted 1,200 calories per day, and sat on the couch in front of the fire listening to my book as I played 10/10 all day.

For Valentine’s Day, PJ bought me a 7lb. box of fudge (because he likes having a wife whose stomach looks like a busted can of biscuits), and I decided I’d eat as much as I wanted.

I also forgot to drink my giant glass Metamucil. Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Ew, poop”, but it’s not that. It makes my whole body magically feel good and I HIGHLY recommend drinking it every day.

Then, for the piece dé resistance, I determined the only thing that would make my day even better would be to make myself an extra dirty blue cheese martini.

Well ladies & germs, I feel like complete GARBAGE today. Worse than garbage. I feel like that slimy residue that’s left at the bottom of the garbage can after the garbage is removed.

I tell you all this as motivation if you need it, and to remind myself exactly how I felt the next time I think it’s a good idea to completely let myself go.

Running on the treadmill, watching my calories, drinking Metamucil everyday , and not drinking alcohol – as torturous as that all sounds – is actually worth it. I have to admit that I haven’t felt this good in a long time (barring today obviously).

I long for the days when a BEC w/ SPK and an Arizona Green Tea with Honey cured all my ails, but alas, I’m at the age where the commercials about shitting in a box to test for colon cancer are geared toward me ☹️ I’m going to do whatever I can so I myself, do not feel like shit in a box.