Clearly Mother Nature didn’t get the memo that I needed to take a long walk on my lunch break to try and burn off some of the gin and tonic and snack I had last night because it’s been cold and rainy for the past hour and I’m not taking one step into that mess.
Isn’t it supposed to be, you know, spring right now? Sunny, warm, all that good stuff? Apparently not.
I bet I’m going to pay dearly for last night’s drink and snack when I hop on the scale on Saturday morning. This is what happens when you gamble and mix weak discipline with strong rationalization skills and a surprise winter storm in May.