Jenn and Sarah1 and I sat down for lunch today after a very successful day of shopping. The waitress came over and asked if she could take our drink order, and I stated that I’d like some water.  As the waitress walked away, Jenn looked at me like, “WATER? SRSLY?”  I told her that I hadn’t worked out yet today, and I knew if I drank a margarita at lunch, there was no way in hell I was going to do any kind of exercise for the rest of the day.  And while usually that wouldn’t be a problem for me, today was different.  “Today, if I worked out,” I told her, “it would be the first time in a million years that I had completed a perfect exercise week, meeting every goal that I set for myself.”

If you had started a timer when that sentence came out of my mouth, then stopped that timer when I went ahead and ordered the margarita anyway, it would have read about 48 seconds.  Awesome workout plan or not, it turns out that my love for margaritas still wins my internal Workout vs. Drink battle in less than a minute.