OK, Liz. Just because you packed a ton of candy in your lunchbox doesn't mean you have to eat it. All at once.
My husband's job keeps him on his feet all day, most days. Yesterday was a training day, though, and he was sitting for 8 hours+. It's like his energy gets all out of balance. He had to go for a run after dinner, feeling restless, and made me hide all of the candy I had in the house.
I hid it in my lunchbox. I brought my lunchbox to work, knowing that I hadn't packed any real food in it in the rush to get to work after hitting snooze for an hour.
Now the candy's hidden in my belly. I'm not beating myself up over it.
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