It's a really good thing that I do not battle compulsions to drink or do drugs, because honestly I would fall of the wagon regularly. Fortunately, my battle is with white flour, butter and sugar, and therefore a little easier to fight. After logging in a lot of running miles last week (5, 7, 9, and 11 respectively) and having a deficit in my caloric intake on all four days of running, I did not feel one bit badly about buying a sugar cookie (with WARM frosting, mmm) from Swigs on my way out of town. As I ate it slowly, savoring every morsel of buttery, vanilla-flavored sugary goodness I asked my self: "was it worth the 11 miles I just ran?" The answer, most resoundingly was, "Oh Yeah!" See? Off the wagon (but at least running along next to it...teeheehee)
