Victoria's Secret catalogs that constantly remind you that you are nowhere near ready for a bikini-clad honeymoon.
I'm back on the treadmill, but it's really hard to get motivated when you're running in your basement after the sun goes down (which happens as soon as you get home from work).
Still, every time I finish my 40 minutes and tally up the mileage and the calories I've burned I feel better.
Until 9:20 p.m. when my sweet tooth starts clamoring for attention.
It's 9:19...
