I got to the gym today and found out that aerobic class was cancelled due to the long weekend. Mind you, I didn't miss not doing it. I spent about 45 minutes on the elliptical and treadmill combined; 450 calories burned. That should burn off part of the butter tart that I ate this week. Yes, I gave into my baser instincts and indulged in a butter tart. It was one of those medium-sized, gooey-in-the-middle-just-the-right-texture, lip-smacking good, girdle-busting butter tarts. Who can resist such visual and physical pleasure all rolled into one sinfully delicious package?
The justification I used to have the butter tart is the biopsy I endured this week. Recovery from the biopsy took 2 days. The first day being the worst pain; butter tart-worthy pain. Presently, I am feeling much better. An occasional treat does not hurt anybody. That's quickly become my motto this week at any rate.
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