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Cookie Porn

I have come to the sad conclusion that Christmas is made of butter.  This is unfortunate.  I wish Christmas was made of kale and tofu and mineral water, but it isn’t.  It’s made of butter cookies, and candied yams and fudge and Royal gin fizzes.  And champagne.  And “You have to have one of these, I only make them once a year!!”

And you have to.

The kale sits forlorn in the vegetable bin waiting for it’s day in the sun.

And that day is coming SOON.

Here is a picture of 659 hours of intervals on the treadmill and many dinners with kale as the centerpiece.

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Merry Christmas Eve!

Author:

I’m a small town yoga teacher who says motherfucker a lot. I hate anything woo. I’m into neuroscience. And facts. I’ll lead the chanting of “om” sometimes, but it makes me feel awkward. I want to access flow states. As far as yoga helps me do that, I’m into it. Dopamine is my fave neurotransmitter. Don’t tell anyone I told you this.

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