I confess that I am horribly self-conscious about anyone seeing me exercise - I only do my DVDs and DDRing while my housemate is actually OUT of the house, not just upstairs.
I confess that I get this mentality about junk food in the house: "Well, it's not just going to go away. At least if I eat it all right now I won't have to be tempted by it later."
I confess that I've been living on cheetos and oatmeal for the past two days because that's all I have in the house right now (after my backpacking trip all my groceries were spoiled).
I confess that I totally torqued my knee during said backpacking trip, but I'm half-convincing myself to run on it anyway just cause I feel guilty for not having gone for a run yet this week.


