So I busted my arse this evening in my workout, tried out some new moves and phew….

Now the mint chocolate chip ice cream is calling my name from the freezer. Dammit.

Anyone who knows me knows I love food. I don’t deny myself often and I don’t traditionally diet. I just watch what I eat and keep it into small portions. But dayum… a whole half pint of hand packed ice cream… I wonder how much time on the treadmill that equates up to?

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