I’m an odd one.
A fact we’ve established even in our short time together.
I adore rub on tattoos and having enough readers to “require” this of MizFit’s caricature is my dream.
(The caricature which, of course, includes a tattoo of a girly skull. good times.)
Even *with* all that said & recognized I am baffled by my inexplicable longing for this.
Does it stem from the days of my youth and my memories of speidel id bracelets?
(please to cue cheesy music and a movie-style montage where MizFit sports a SPEIDEL engraved with her boyfriend’s name whilst he does the same with hers. Yes, People, this really happened.)
Or, perhaps, it’s more a fear that with my sleep deprived & now caffeine-deprived brain I truly could forget my name rank & serial number?
Regardless, it’s enough to make me take up off-road running simply to have an excuse to “need” one.
this definitely is a trend.
Not a fun one like pulling a Winehouse (& going from black to blond to black again in the BLINK OF AN EYE) but a trend none the less.
Personalized diet recommendations from none other than the US government.
and, if you’re really open to criticism, they’ll give you some (finger quote) advice (UnF.Q.) on your activity level too.
I ventured over there with all intentions to see what the us gov thought of MizFit—but was quickly sucked in by the My Pyramid Blast Off Game for kids.
Who can resist helping the childrens reach Planet Power by fueling their rocket with healthy foods and vigorous physical activity??
Not this bandana’d woman.
Consider yourself warned.
Finally? A little something I call (all together now) IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS.
If I had a million dollars I’d buy you all this.
The MizFit in me says I’d then lovingly cover it in fantabulous self-love affirmations for you, but the over-worked under-paid wifemamadaughter in me knows I’d probably use it upon which to scrawl my shopping list.