I have become an emotional eater.
Thus - the distraught attitude over wearing jeans again.
I was jogging/walking before Arizona.
Now...
 I jog to the kitchen for - if nothing else - a handful of chocolate chips
which, if I am to be completely honest, do NOT completely indulge my sorrows of self pity.

with chocolate stained hands
I walk to the couch - my next position would be the sitting move....
{it really works those upper thighs}.
truly.
ok.
not really.
I do clean, run errands, do miscellaneous things...
my fingers type as I am instant messaging Mike while he's busy working out his brain muscles....
does that count?

HELP!
seriously.
help.