I sat down last night to indulge in some Sweet Martha's cookies because I needed a little hair-of-the-dog (the fat and calorie kind) after a big day at the fair. And of course, we bought the pail o' cookies. Not that measly cup business. I think we got an extra big heap of cookies since I believe the cookie-wench thought the G was cute. Score.
Anyhoo…
Big pail of cookies… Bored… The G not home… What to do…
YouTube! Dance videos!
…
Bad combo!
Can I really enjoy these amazing cookies while watching this?
NO!
She's too fabulous.
I put the cookies away.
Grrr.
I had to make a decision.
It's not a fun decision.
I had to decide when I wanted to fit into my fab dance dress. Do you know what that requires?
Salad. Lots of salad. And vegetables. And leeeeeeean protein.
Do you know what else that entails?
No Sweet Martha's, that's for sure. Less half 'n' half and vanilla syrup in the coffee, less to no butter on my toast (which will have to be wheaty and grainy), no mac and cheese with the ladies, and lots more exercise.
Being a professional dancer is pretty kick-ass. Having to look like a professional dancer is not. It's a lot of work and self-restraint. Especially for a girl who doesn't find all that much wrong with eating cookies for breakfast.
Wish me luck, peeps.
Riot and Frolic 
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