Gluttony and Sloth

They say confession is good for the soul. Well, here goes:

On Saturday I probably ate 12 mini candybars. I didn't keep count, but it's got to be close. When I told my friend about it she tried to be kind and said, "Well...they're tiny."

I, having no false illusions about the occurance, responded, "That is like FOUR regular candybars! Who eats four regular candybars in ONE day?!"

And if I'm going to be completely honest, I should add that I also ate a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge that night.

And maybe I should also mention that I laid on the couch all day in my jammies and watched 4 movies.

So now that I've put that out there for the world to see, I should feel better, right? I'm waiting....Nope. Still kind of embarrassing.