I have a confession.

I can't sleep in sleeveless shirts because I have a fear of getting deodorant on my pillow. And then the deodorant might get on my face and clog my pores.

Okay, that's not my confession.
 Although it is true.


 Remember when I started my 8-minute Abs Revolution Resolution?

You remember.
It was my New Year's resolution that in typical Erin-fashion I forgot to start until January 8th.

But I was so proud that I had finally stuck with something that I would periodically brag to you about how I hadn't missed a day.

I even harassed those of you who joined the revolution if you forgot a day or if you *gasp* told me that you weren't going to do your abs while you were on vacation.

Ahem, Taylor.


But something terrible has happened.
And I have been hiding it from you.

I'm so ashamed.

After 78 days in a row,  I missed one.

It happened the day that I had my emergency appendectomy. I tried really hard to get on the floor and do my 8-min abs, but the nurses wouldn't let me.


Okay that's a lie.
I still have my appendix.

Though I've considered having it removed since it doesn't serve much of a purpose and wiki-answers says it weighs about 6 ounces. And that's only 2 oz away from being half a pound.
And half a pound is a big deal, people.


The truth is that I just plain forgot.
On my birthday no less.
One would think that turning 31 would have reminded me that I needed to get my old self on the ground and do some crunching.

I was really, really mad when I realized the next morning that I had forgotten.

Because I know myself well, and I know that once I failed to meet my goal that I would be much less motivated from then on out.

Take heart, I have not given up.
But in the last 3 weeks I've probably missed one or five days.


Will you still be my friends?


Phew. 
I feel better now that it's off my chest. 


I think I'll go enjoy my guiltlessness with some ice cream. 

And then I'll have a new reason to feel guilty.