Man o man I have a tricky brain. This week has been so very difficult maintaining a balance with the exercise and diet. I know what my red zones are now, and am starting to gain speed on cutting them off at the pass! Tired and hungry basically equals goal-death. My bottom lip may as well be completely turned inside out and quivering, that's how childish I start to feel. There is so much wrestling happening! It's a cage-fight-to-the-death between who I am striving to be and that little whiner that was nurtured with bottles of wine, cigarettes and taco hell in early adulthood. I am winning, but boy is she tough for being so out of shape....
Hugs not flautas and beer.
Hugs not flautas and beer.
Hugs not flautas and beer.
Hugs not flautas and beer.
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