Since last week, I’ve started an espresso habit to stop the whirlwinds from blowing too rampantly in my head during my afternoon German class. The language school is in a neighborhood far far away from good cappuccinos so instead of risking a bad cappuccino, I decided on okay espressos. Not only do I need an espresso everyday but I feel as though I deserve pastries, Kinder Pingui, éclairs, and matcha cakes. However, after German, I go to the gym 2 to 3 days less a week than I used to. My improved German will be directly proportionate to the increase in the width of my thighs.