bars

Today is what Mel might call a bad day being a girl. There are a couple of mini Zone Perfect bars sitting in my cupboard, freebies left over from SXSW. Despite the fact that I know there's sugar in them I was considering giving in and eating them. After all today is a crappy kind of day, and well, they're good for you, right?

Nope. This article stopped me in my tracks. Because if I had stopped to think about what was probably in one of those bars all the highly processed crap would have come to mind. So, nevermind. I'll just keep clutching my Nalgene and telling myself I don't need the chocolate until I head off to kettlebells for a workout that I'm pretty sure will turn out to be an "at least I showed up" day.