***Don't forget there is a giveaway going on RiGhT nOw!***
There is a war inside of me right now. It is a war of the heart, the mind, and the waistband.
TCoTFW: I ate chips and dip again for dinner last night. Whoops. Too bad those pizza rolls were a fail, it would have been *sarcasm alert* so much healthier...The war going on is best summed up with these two pictures:
ASIDE: Do you know what that thing on the right is?? Do you KNOW? Delicious North Pole Christmas Magical Goodness in a cup, a.k.a. - Peppermint Chocolate Chip milkshake from Chick-Fil-A. Magic I tell you. I'm bewitched.
The general idea be-bopping around in my head, (with a yet-to-be-determined amount of umph behind it for actual implementation) is this: There is nothing inherently special about January that makes it the proper time to start a new health regimen. If I believe that hypothesis is true, I could start on the first of December, and get my self in gear. Get healthy. Stop eating chips and dip for dinner. You know, those things we all struggle with.
ASIDE: Tell me you struggle with the chips and dip. Tell me. Lie to me if you have to. You can stop lying tomorrow, too. But today, lie to me if necessary.
The photo on the left seems too extreme for follow through. The photo on the right should only be consumed in child-sized cups, and in moderation. Moderation. All things in moderation. That's a sort of catchy phrase. Someone should make it famous... props to Aristotle on that one.
T-10 hours to make my decision,