Oh god, oh god, oh god… I had to get out of this trip, but how? I promised Kam. If I turned her down now, she’d be devastated. I couldn’t live with myself if I ruined my BFF’s wedding. I tossed my partially eaten burger back down on the wrapper, having lost my appetite. This was going to be a complete and utter disaster.
Right. I bookmarked the hotel page just in case I ended up needing it, then opened up my Facebook to distract me while I figured out a way to beg off this trip. And wouldn’t you know it, one story down there was an ad for Super Fitness—The Jerk-Free Gym. What were they advertising? Not any ordinary membership, oh no, no, no… A six-week bootcamp. Six weeks? What were the odds? Big Brother had to be listening in to know I needed to shape up in six weeks if I had any chance of not dying during my girl’s wedding.
Guess there was no begging off tonight. Instead, I clicked on the link. Filled out the form and used my credit card to pay for it.
And I still wasn’t hungry, but ate my burger and fries anyway knowing that I just signed up for fast food jail.
I had a feeling I was going to regret this decision.
Click the link to see how the rest of the story goes: D.I.E.T. (Did I Eat That?)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah spends her days embracing the weirdly wonderful parts of life with her two kooky sons while pretending to be a responsible adult. And there is plenty of the weird and wonderful to go around with her older son being autistic. She resides in Michigan, where the winters bring cold, and the summers bring construction. The roads might have potholes, but the beaches are amazing. And above all else, she lives by these rules. Call them Sarah’s life edicts: In Sarah's world all books have kissing and end in some form of HEA. Because really, what more do you need in life?
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you to you, my wonderful readers, who followed along as Kami found her mojo. Thank you to my boys. You are the best apple and waterfowl a mom could ask for. I am so glad to see the butt-crack of this year, but as long as we continue have each other’s backs, we’ll always make it through. Here’s to a better 2019! And thank you to all coffee everywhere. Whether instant or brewed, vanilla or mocha, iced, frappéd or even hot, my life would be less tasty without you. And without you, these stories would never get written. I am so serious on this point.
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