Somewhere after lunch today turned into the type of day I convince myself I'm okay with the number on the scale and the strength/tone of my body (which I'm really NOT) in lieu of finding the motivation to eat well and take care of myself.
I'd like to transition into evening with a glass of wine and a bowl of popcorn. The bigger, the better. For both.
Please excuse me, I'm off to raid the pantry to see if anything even remotely resembles a cheeseburger.
My hope is that tomorrow is better.
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