Dear Diary,
Candy Crush started out innocently enough. However, now I am on level 199. And I hear the levels go all the way through 300. I wavered on deleting it from my phone last night.
Over the weekend Jeff caught me playing and he called me out on the fact that my phone was dying, so I used an extension cord for the charger so I could keep playing.
Is that the definition of addiction?
It is my goal to find a new hobby, one that I am not embarrassed to share with other people. A hobby that might in fact burn a calorie or two.
Erin and I have made a pact to go to the gym more. Now that she is on in the afternoon, we can go after the morning show. Plus, we both belong to a gym by work.
I need it. I feel like a slug. I lost my mojo after the summer of sickness. It became Summer Prize Food…or perhaps, Summer Prize Fat.
It doesn’t help that Jeff brought home Ben & Jerry’s. C’mon, man. No one has that kind of will-power.
Talk to you tomorrow,
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