Full disclosure: Amy’s Peanut Butter Crunch

Later today, I’ll be writing about the totally fun and inspiring run Dave and I did on Saturday morning in Dallas.

But first, I have to own up to my foodie sins of the weekend. And let me preface this confessional by saying that I in no way think the occasional ice cream cone (or kolache or decadent Chinese food or Doubletree Hotel chocolate chip cookie) is forbidden.

It’s just not a great idea when you’re on a mission to become a “superfit, dressed-to-kill, glossy-haired, tart-tongued, hardboiled detective.”

As I said on Friday, my behavior over the next five weeks is going to be very focused.

But in addition to becoming a “superfit, dressed-to-kill, glossy-haired, tart-tongued, hardboiled detective,” I‘m also trying to learn how to be a “journey” rather than a “destination” girl.

So I allowed myself to be distracted by a cool, creamy ice cream cone.

Can you blame me?It was really freakin’ delicious.