Gosh golly. In our first few weeks here in the Philippines, I worked out every morning. And by worked out, I mean I ran for five seconds. It wasn’t much, but it gave me license for an extra cookie. Now I don’t work out anymore, and I have a million reasons why. First of all, I have this weird chest pain called costochondritis. I can’t believe I just told you that, and yes I might be 95 years old. Just please pretend I’m normal for one second. This random chest pain makes me want to lay in bed and eat chocolate and Advil all day. There is no working out when this thing is kicking my butt. But the nice thing about costochondritis is that it goes away. So, like, it’s gone now. Annnnd I’m still not working out because I realized that it’s kind of nice to watch TV instead. I am so bad, but I’m about to get worse. Because not working out also gives me extra time for yummy TV snacks. Say, for example, a chocolate and sweet cream cake named “marble loaf”. Oooooh it’s so good. We ate about half the batter before this thing even hit the oven. Maybe it tasted so good because there was half of a can of sweetened condensed milk in it, or maybe it tasted extra good because I don’t work out anymore. Funny how that works. Oh my gosh. I promise to you, and to myself, that I will work out again in some way, shape, or form, someday. Now promise you’ll make this and smoosh your face in it. I’m spending tonight at the mall with six preteen girls. Buckle up. 3 from 3 reviews
