I must confess a few things. The holidays and lots of travel wreak havoc on me, my body, and my routine.
I confess that on our way from central Illinois to Chicago, I ate several homemade pizzelles that were given as a gift from Mr. Prevention’s uncle. They were just…there…and they tasted SO good.
I confess that I worked out ZERO times since leaving for Illinois last Friday, despite packing workout clothes. (I did run last night, however!)
I confess that I drank a craft beer every night we were gone.