My birthday is coming up soon, and I just have one thing to say:
Please don't send me any chocolate!
I can't really say that I'm chocolate-d out, but truly, the madness must end! There were 15 bars of chocolate that appeared on Christmas day. We're down to 4. And that doesn't include the Hershey's kisses, chocolate cake, hot chocolate, chocolate cookies, etc. My waistline is decidedly beginning to resemble the dreaded muffin top. Naturally, I began a more stepped up exercise program (read: not sitting on the couch all day) on New Year's Day. I've done fairly well so far, except my knee is already hurting. Stupid squats. So, please don't send any chocolate or any sweets for that matter. A knee brace might be in order for this old lady!
Disclaimer: please don't get me a knee brace.