too much fuel for my fire

yesterday, I added another 4 miles to my legs. but not to my stomach.

because as I have noticed over the past couple of months, I am consuming 75% of the food that I buy for my husband and myself. my mouth thinks I need more fuel than I really do. so while my thighs get more toned (but not my calves because they're cankles at heart) my stomach can fill a tiny little pot. maybe one for dessert sauces or a small amount of melted butter.

after my run yesterday, I looked down to check out my cool mermaid 5k shirt I sported and spit on and I could not help but notice my little pot takes up more horizontal space than the boobies. uh oh.

time to add some crunches to the work out. and I'm not talking about baked chips.

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