Last week Thursday, Jon accompanied me to my personal training session at 6:45AM so he could continue working on stretching his hip flexors. (Just ask him about "groiners"; he loves 'em.) He and I hadn't had our usual Saturday sessions where we go together and I take the first forty-five minutes and he takes the second because Carley, our mustache-man trainer, had competitions to attend for the previous few Saturdays. Since this was the first time he got to see both of us at once, it was an opportunity to confront us about our obviously atrocious eating habits.
We had had such a good September and had seen early results . . . and then I think we got excited in October and decided to eat pizza. Often. And drink beer. And eat doughnuts.