Confessions Number One: I have not run in five days. I have no legitmiate reason like illness or being trapped under a wardrobe; I have just not had the time (that is a lie -- if I got up before 10 am I probably would have the time). I have been busy with housework and school work and watching TV; my schedule is very full. I did, however, go to spinning class two days ago: That was not a lie.
Confession Number Two: Today I ate five dumplings for lunch. Five. Hefty sized ones. Originally I thought that even though I have been a bad runner I could at least be a good eater, but I have been a bad eater. I have had copious quantities of food every day that I haven't run -- I haven't cut back my caloric intake one smidgen.
Confession Number Three: I forgot to take my vitamin the past three days. No wait, that's a lie. I didn't forget; I intentionally did not take my vitamin the last three days because four days ago I nearly choked to death on that damn vitamin and I am now a little scared of them. I don't want the paramedics to show up and find me in my underwear on the bathroom floor dead with a vitamin lodged sideways in my throat.
Last confession: I don't really feel guilty about any of this. Seriously. Sometimes it feels great to follow your diet and training schedule perfectly, and yes, it feels wonderful to stick to a routine and see the results. But sometimes, it feels so good to be bad and just not care.