One Hot Piece of Ace

My body wants me to be out of shape and gross and never ever make out with anyone ever again. I'm convinced (and obviously melodramatic). So a week and 1/2 ago I get 4 wisdom teeth out. Nothing says "let's make out" like 4 open holes in the mouth that taste like salt water...yum. So because of the surgery and pain killers...I decided not to operate heavy machinery (aka not go to the gym). I'm thin, super thin, so one would think not going to the gym would be no big deal, BUT, since I could only eat soft things for a week I chose ice cream, pudding, cake, pie. Why? Because I felt I deserved it and because I'm a big pig. So, case in point, I need to get back on that stair master and haul ass because that 2 months of a healthy meal plan and working out like a champ has left me at the same place I started thanks to my lack of self control. So now my mouth is almost healed! Probably another week or so, and I can now go to the gym...so what happens Sunday pm? 6 hours of being violently ill! Yay! Sexy me! Because of the long night of torture, laying on the bathroom floor hanging out with the spiders...I caught a chill...and ta daaa, a cold. A lovely, sexy, make out with me, sniffly, sneezy, look like a zombie cold.

I'm bringing sexy back. Watch out L.A. I'm on FIRE!