Sometimes, I feel like that’s my whole life. I love beer. I love food. I love chocolate. I really love food. I actually just finished a nice blonde beer from Appalachian Brewery in Boone, NC. Very delicious.
I also love running. I love the feeling of pushing myself and working up a good sweat. I love the feeling of being in shape. I like watching the scale go down and knowing that I’m at my high school weight. It’s stupid and shallow and I know that it doesn’t really matter, but I love when I see friends from school and college and I’m the smallest one there. I love the feeling when my hubby can wrap his hands around my waist and touch his fingertips together. (To be fair, he has really big hands too!) I love all that.
Maybe I so work out too much. I run most everyday during my lunch break. Even the days I don’t run, I walk up and down the steps, 3 flights up and 3 flights down, so that I meet my step goal. I love watching my calories and recording how much water I drink a day.
So yes, I have a problem. I like beer, food and working out.
I also like tacos.