Sometimes I hate my past self.  Like, when I decide not to pack for a trip and just wake up early to do it, morning Julie hates last night Julie.  Or when I eat all of the chunks out of a tub of ice cream, plain vanilla eating Julie hates Heath bar crunch eating Julie.  But, I was just thinking that I love Sunday Julie because she baked a loaf of chocolate chip banana bread (recipe from another Julie I like) that I’ve been eating all week.  And maybe chocolate chip banana bread baking Julie has made up of all of the inconsiderate things past Julies have done.

But then this morning, gym Julie really hated banana bread baking Julie and I realized, she’s just as jerky as the rest of them.

(An absurd amount of banana bread was harmed in the making of this photograph.)