The break up diet

Ah as bad for you as I know this is, I absolutely love the break up diet. Black coffee, red wine, cigarettes and yet the ability to jump on a treadmill and run miles upon miles. You're feet being driven by the urge to look sensational because that is how we get back at the men who slight us. We look amazing! Truthfully though I did drink that entire bottle of wine, while on the phone with one of my best friends, Animal. She is in Toledo, so over the telephone we shared great conversation and some white Zin. Thinking I'd be hungover this morning I didn't hold out my hope for my morning workout, but I woke up feeling refreshed. I went to the gym and just ran. I could have kept running. All of the lies, his words, the empty promises flew out of my body through the soles of my shoes as I just kept running knowing it would make me feel better and it did!

So I am going to finish my arm workout, watch Wendy Williams while I do it and go into work. WORK, another four letter word I wish was eliminated from my vocabulary!