Fess Up Steps

I did something yesterday that I have never, ever done before
& I'm still trying to get over the shock of it all.
I refused a Hamburger Deluxe no Relish.

Yes.
You heard correctly.

I refused a Hamburger Deluxe no Relish.

I declined because it was getting into the evening
& I hadn't walked my walk yet.
I needed to walk before the sun went down you see, because I am in a competition with fellow step enthusiasts
& I needed my walk.
I needed those steps.

So yep.
I turned down the best burger in all the world and I walked instead.
oh, yes I did.

Which brings me to my fess.
This step competition ?
Yeah.
It's a little on the competitive side. 
Some would call it spirited.
Others might say it's heated.
Uh Huh.

I say It's On.

This competition is so on it has turned me into a woman obsessed.
Steps.
Steps.
Steps.
It's all I can think about.
I want them.
I need them.
I. MUST. HAVE. THEM.

I do believe I am addicted to steps.
I will do anything I can to get them.
Anything.

My !  how energetic you say.
How nice....!...
yeah yeah
That's all good and good but, truth be told ?
I'm piling on the steps because of those darn fellow steppers of mine.
They are relentless.
Unceasing.
Persistent.
Non stopping.
I'm thinking they just might be a little bit crazy.

They're crazy
&
I'm obsessed.

Oh Yes.
It is most definitely ON.

Fess.
Fess.

Step.
Step.

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:)

I Am My Feelings