Well fuck

My awesomeness didn't last long. Must've been that glass of wine. Gym sucked. Pissy mood. Right back to being my old self, complete with a hate-on for everything that exists. I stopped by chapters on my way to drop my daughter off for what I think was a date (grrr) and of course checked out the fitness/health section. Randy jackson has a diet book out. Really? He's a nutrition expert now? Some things just blow my mind. If Randy Jackson can write a book on dieting, I sure as hell can. Irritating.