Here’s the problem with eating well and exercising on the reg.
When you stop, you feel like shit. Adding insult to injury, you remember how great it felt when you were doing right by yourself.
I repeat: Ugh.
Here I go again, on my own. Like Tawny Kitaen on the hood of a Jag.
Actually, like two Tawny Kitaens.
I spelled Tawny Kitaen right on my first try, but misspelled injury. Clearly I need to change my ways. And maybe add some Whitesnake to my workout playlist.