A little over a month ago, I enthusiastically proclaimed that I was taking the 25 days of Christmas cardio challenge that Run Like A Clydesdale was sponsoring. I failed miserably. I only worked out on 10 of the 25 days of Christmas days and I participated whole heartedly in consuming an inhuman amount of holiday treats. Like a true food addict, I topped my year off right on December 31st by treating myself to a large Hawaiian pizza from Little Caesars. When the woman at the cash register asked me if I would like a second order of bread sticks for only .99 cents, I replied “why the hell not?”
I went to bed on the final night of 2013 in a blissful food coma promising myself that in 2014 I would get my weight and diet under control.