To eat my weight in spinach artichoke dip just because it's the holidays.
To eat said dip {and fudge and pie and creamy drinks} and in the same breath bemoan the baby weight that is still hanging on 6 months later.
To still call it baby weight even though it's more like fudge/heavy cream/butter weight at this point.
To be dreading taking down the Christmas decor not because it's a job in itself but because the house is going to look naked.
To love washing my face just because I get to use the clarisonic mia... in pink obvi
{side note I think I'm going to devote an entire blog post to this sucker soon. I loooove it}
To admit to not washing my face with any sort of regularity pre-super awesome face washing tool.
yes, I know that's gross.
and yes, I know I've been genetically blessed with nearly perfect skin
{especially considering the face that I do not take care of it at all.}
To waste more time writing to do lists than actually doing anything on the list.
To write things on my to do list that I've already done just so I can have the satisfaction of crossing it off the list.
What are you ok with this Thursday?



































