After posting this, all I wanted was McDonalds. I had a very tough choice to make. Do I go to Zumba or do I eat a McGriddle? I wanted to go head for the Golden Arches – especially because going to a Zumba class (and admitting it) is almost as bad as having a blog.
But I shoved an apple in my face and went to the gym.
After I embarrassed myself and realized I can only shake one of my hips, I decided I deserved a reward for not going to either McDonalds. (Yes I pass TWO on the 4-block walk from my apartment to the gym). As I headed for my 2nd favorite chain responsible for America’s obesity (Starbucks), I noticed a sign in the empty store front next to my gym.
DIRECTLY NEXT TO MY GYM WILL BE A MARTHA STEWART PIE POP-UP SHOP.
I cannot decide if this is the best or worst thing to have ever happened to me. It starts tomorrow AM just in time for me to get in a quick run, a fruit tart, and still meet my friend at 11am.
Oh Martha, I don' think I'm ready for this Jelly.