minalisms

Because there are other things on my mind, I will post later about something other than DIE(t)ing, as this past weekend showed a lack of regard for my newfound philosophy of mindful eating. I did, however, manage to run/walk 3.3 miles on in 43 minutes on Friday, and I didn’t feel wiped out. Success.

I’m sure that pace is shameful for any exceptional readers who can run a 6- or 7-minute mile. And if that’s the case, then this above-average blog really isn’t for you. Move along.

My friend Christina writes every day. She’s dedicated to her fantastic blog as much as she’s dedicated to her religion.

I wish I held a devout practice for something other than my sweet tooth, preferably something a bit more productive, healthy.

My intentions to do such, however, are ever-present and good. Does that count?

I fear it doesn’t — one can be excused by “good intentions” for only so long before she becomes fickle.

Which is why I wrote today — my reputation is at stake.