help

wow this has been a rough weekend. I woke up the morning of the race with a sore throat and it has been down hill from there. Today I'm exhausted. And today is Ryan's birthday. For his birthday eve, he asked me to make him brownies with vanilla ice cream. Then today I made him cake with cream cheese frosting. I LOVE my cream cheese frosting. My point, I'm exhausted and feeling sick and having to stare at yummy baked goods that much, can take a tole one you. I almost just took a lick. Who would it hurt, nobody really cares if I fail or succeed at making it through Lent. Yeah, but I do. It's a challenge for me and I like to prove to myself that I can accomplish things. Hence the self inflicted torture of races. A crunchy peanut butter sandwich got me through.