On the one hand, every hour that I inch closer and closer to thirty, I can almost literally feel my metabolism becoming slower and slower and I find myself thinking about eight times a day, "I should really go for a run later tonight." Seriously, these five extraneous pounds stubbornly clinging onto my cheeks (either pair) and midsection need to go.
On the other hand, quesadillas and homemade guacamole are so effing delicious. Especially at 10:30 at night while watching reality television on Bravo.
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