Dear leftover peppermint hershey kisses from Christmas, I’m pretty sure you will be the death of me. Sincerely, Diana’s ass.
And on a totally related note, it’s time to get back to spin class. Wedding planning and the holidays definitely derailed any fitness routine that was already hanging on by a thread as it was. But excuses are easy, right? Action is a little harder, but I’m listening to my favorite new song (see previous post) for the 987076590 time and feeling like I can do anything! That gym thing, totally setting it on fire! Figuratively of course.