that's when i got mad.
i had to give myself a stern talking to. i mean imagine, with the renos, house sale, packing and moving on my mind, do i really need to be worrying about the state of my potatoes? i think not.
throw in beast in the wall and global climate change into the equation and i think i have plenty to worry about without even considering root vegetables.
sometimes i really do annoy myself.
then i look at how fab my legs and butt are starting to look with the thrice weekly run and i sort of get over the potato paranoia and chronic insomnia. who cares about mental instability when your ass looks good?