I think my inner resistance muscle has been completely shut off the past few months, replaced by the “I-want-it-now-monster.”
What’s funny is how OK with this I am!
Case in point: my mom, knowing I had had a terrible day last week, sent me a surprise care package with one of my absolute favorite treats in the world: mini black and white cookies from a bakery near her office on Long Island.
Black-and-whites, like bagels and pizza, scream HOME to me (new readers: I’m originally from northern NJ and am very much a NJ food snob!) So when I opened up the box at work Thursday and just swooned, staring into the depths of NJ/NY yumminess and wanting to GET.IN.MY.BELLY, STAT. Continue reading “Resistance Muscle? HA!“