I’m in love. Dewy-eyed, smile-ridden and all that nonsense. It started this morning, and I’ve found myself thinking about it over and over again all day at work with this ear-to-ear grin pasted on my face. We’ve been having this on-and-off relationship thing for about as long as I can remember. For awhile there it was just too much for me to handle; it really was NOT healthy, you know? Like, I would crave spooning it, even at night, when I should really have just left it alone. But yesterday I decided we can totally allow for this - in a healthy way. So this morning at breakfast I spread 3 points of peanut butter on 1 point of weight watchers bread, topped it off with 2 points of banana, and fucking relished in my reunion with peanut butter, l’amour de ma vie.
This week I commit to:
- FLEX
- Going for (at least) 3 runs
