After much harsh and grueling time spent searching my soul and contemplating the scientific truths of diet, nutrition, and exercise (five minutes,) I've come to this conclusion: When at 3:00 a.m. a bad dream visits you and wakes you up, it is within the realm of acceptability to put chocolate ice cream in a cup, fill it with milk, and enjoy. The calories don't count, I'm telling you, because 3:00a.m. is NoDay. It's not yesterday, it's not today, so my body is miraculously free from any effects.
Damn that extra mile I'll be running tomorrow. Or is it today?