Berating Myself in Front of the Treadmill

Which isn't actually true. I am pretty disappointed in myself for how I did on the bike this morning. Only 18 minutes, which is better than I have on the last two outings, but still. I want to be thinner, I want to be healthier, but I can't resist the carrot cake muffins or spend more time on the bike. I didn't get on the treadmill this morning. Perhaps I should have started there this morning and walked until my shin splint kicked in, but I want to rest the pain. I had a good workout. I felt like I was actually working. I'm still sweating, but I wanted to be able to spend more time on there.

I'm just in a cranky mood. Maybe it's PMS. Wait, no, it can't be that. Hmm. Hopefully a cold shower will help. So I can drive down to one of my not favorite stores and then drive prob 4 hours. I need a distraction. My brain and my libido are taking me to the dark side and really, one shouldn't fantasize for hours. About people she has no business fantasizing about.