Maybe feeling like an athletic powerhouse trumps my want for sugar.
It was time I amped up my health game even more; so I bought a bar.
Break-ups are the pits, but downing ice-cream isn’t the way to cope. Becoming a biker babe is.
No longer will I sleaze around with low-class foods, no no.
Getting geared up for the new year and new me.
Opting out of bread and cheese in restaurants … who am I?