Sugar Beast

Apparently, underneath my easy-going exterior resides an angry beast that needs sugar to survive. 

She doesn't come out too often, but when she does, things get pretty ugly. 

Excerpt from actual conversation between Sugar Beast (SB) and my Husband

Husband:  Good morning, sweetheart!  I poured you a cup of coffee!

SB:  WHERE ARE THE GIRL SCOUT COOKIES.

Husband:  The shortbreads?   Uhh, I think I ate the last one yesterday.

SB:  WHAT?!?

Husband:  Sweets, I'm sorry... there weren't that many left... and-

SB:  YOU EAT EVERRYYTHIINNGG!!!!!!  (runs away before bursting into tears)

OK, there might be some correlation between the emergence of Sugar Beast and my period. 

This morning, I stumbled out of bed, and to fuel for my four miler at half marathon pace, lunged for this:

Breakfast of Champions

Hopped on the treadmill, suffered through two brutal, sugar-bellied, dehydrated miles, and quit.

I don't quit on runs.  Sugar Beast made me do it.

It's time for Sugar Beast to go back into her cave until next month so I return to the land of the healthy living.

Hope your runs go better than mine today!