Guilty pleasures: an indulgence you feel guilty for liking so, so much. No such thing. You like what you like and that’s all there is to it.
Mine? Nothing. And everything. On a rainy day, after a hard workout or a long day in the sun, there’s nothing like curling up on the couch to read a book or watch trashy TV.
But I’m also guilty of cramming as much stuff into my day as humanly possible. Runs, bike rides, lunch with friends, shopping, burpees (yes, I love them get over it).
Then again… the pleasure of nothing means online shopping until my eyeballs pop out of my head.
Nothing means calling my mom just to talk her ear off (God bless her) about how nothingly awesome my day is going. During a busy week of work, sometimes I hope it rains all weekend just so I have an excuse to stay inside and rot my brain with reality TV and junk food.
Close runners-up include: being the first to open a box of cereal (which is always #thesinglelife), getting Chinese take-out with my parents, putting my feet up on the seats in front of me in the movie theater, and going to town on this guy in the kitchen with a spoon.
It has the addictive properties of crack, don’t let anyone tell you different.
What are your guilty pleasures?