I would just like to point out that I'm wearing white after labor day as a good representation of my rebellious state of mind these past few days. Ive been breaking all the rules lately, like eating ice cream for breakfast. Not my best decision, but at the time it seemed genius. I'm a sucker for anything sweet, and I see no boundaries to my good friend, Sugar. Last night I walked into boyfriend's house, post workout. This is the time where you're supposed to eat healthy and feel good about yourself. Only to be hit with the smell of a fresh apple pie baking in the oven as I opened the door. I somehow justified that apple pie was a good post workout and dinner. Oh yeah, and the coffee ice cream was an even better decision, because both of them together are heaven.