Well, after an hour of zumba, a 4-mile run, and falling flat on my face, my appetite is back.....says the girl straight-spooning Extreme Moose Tracks with a ice pack on her bruised chin.
I have a lot more to say on the zumba class, where the instructor slapped which leg to move next and didn't vocally instruct because she didn't have time to speak both English and Spanish, but frankly, I'm exhausted. And the ice cream is already gone.
Adios.
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