But sometimes I’ve just gotta listen to my gut.

The word of the day is: Arrow.

[ ar-oh ] noun a slender, straight, generally pointed missile or weapon made to be shot from a bow and equipped with feathers at the end of the shaft near the nock, for controlling flight. anything resembling an arrow in form, function, or character. a linear figure having a wedge-shaped end, as one used on a map or architectural drawing, to indicate direction or placement. (initial capital letter)Astronomy. the constellation Sagitta. broad arrow. verb (used with object) to indicate the proper position of (an insertion) by means of an arrow (often followed by in): to arrow in a comment between the paragraphs.

I considered using a penis with an arrow drawn on it going into a vagina for the photo, but Jitterbug convinced me that I should probably warn people before I do things like that.

Like that one time you all looked at my ball before I told you what it was.

Ah.

Good times.

But apparently I’m not allowed to do that anymore.

Lame.

So I had to make due with a real bow and arrow.

Don’t worry, there’s plenty of words this year that I’ll be able to surprise you with.

Well rest week is over and it’s time to get back to the grind.

Workouts and not eating donuts.

Well at least not eating donuts all day long while sitting on my sweatpanted butt doing a thousand mini crossword puzzles and reading comics.

I can eat a donut.

A. Donut.

Every once in a while.

Believe it or not, they do taste better when you save them for a special occasion.

Just like cookies.

By the time Grismas was over, I had eaten so many cookies that they no longer brought me the joy that I wanted them to.

A weekend of eating donuts left me feeling the same way.

A week of gritty protein shakes will cure me of that, though.

I’m off to do a lot of awful jump lunges.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC