As you all probably (and should) know, today was Super Bowl Sunday. The day you pig out on hot wings, cheese and crackers, dips galore, meatball sanwiches, hotdogs, hamburgers, and other tastey foodies. Yes, I certainly filled my tum-tum with more junk than I really should have. Usually I wouldn't care, but Thursday I have a photoshoot in my birthday suit and I don't want to be lookin' all bloated. I figure exercising a bit for the next few days will help tighten things up. Not that I gained 5 pounds tonight or anything, but I haven't been eating very well lately either. When I saw the scale say I dropped 8 pounds I took it as a ticket to munch a little more hardcore. What would it matter, right? I'm below my original goal weight, anyway. I lost some weight, and I deserve to celebrate with a stack of waffles- heavily buttered with shloozels of syrup. The logic in that escapes me, but I love food and that's all the reason I need. Especially waffles. I've been eating them for breakfast pretty often lately. Well.. more like a brunch. I'm generally not a morning person. If I do wake up early I'll stay in bed 'til noon reading and knitting. Why? Because I can. If I don't have a job I may as well reap the benefits!
Right now I'm wrapped up in my adorable fuzzy robe and I'm getting pretty seepy so I'm cutting this entry short. Perhaps I'll add more if I wake up and can't get back to sleep at some random hour. It's not uncommon for me.
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