Okay Universe...

This past weekend was Pinterest madness. I made pistachio cupcakes, chocolate peanut butter pretzel cookies, and homemade pretzels, followed by a fried chicken chaser. All delicious. I'm not proud of this. So today I was like "Yeah, motivation! Going to the gym!" I woke up early, worked out, and thought "Awesome, back on track." I get back from class today, check my mail and there's a flyer saying "You're Invited...to Weight Watchers." I turned it over in horror thinking, "Why you know my life?!" Luckily it was addressed to Karli, a previous resident, and not "current resident." It's sitting on my table next to the left over cookies and mini cupcakes. Then I check my horoscope for today and it says "Go work out." Like seriously? Charlye works at Insomnia cookies, and she came over tonight with a box of snickerdoodles, which I place on our "coffee table." I look at the half eaten box later and see it's on top of an issue of Runner's World. I then realized how far I had fallen into the cookie coma.

                                                                               Me.

In While You Were Sleeping Mister Joe Fusco Junior says, "Don't start eating cookies and cake and stuff like that cause you'll blow up like my Aunt Roberta." I am Aunt Roberta.

The universe got through to me.

I sat down and made some new fitness goals, and there will be a baking hiatus.