I’m ten pounds overweight and extremely unhappy about it, I haven’t been this heavy in years.
So all weekend I’ve been saying ‘now the diet starts’ guess what? Instead I pigged out.
I’m crabby, dissapointed in myself, and drinking a martini.
At the same time, I feel good & love myself too, stupid huh?
So, maybe tomorrow I turn over this new leaf…I’m almost 35, I wanna fit into my cute jeans on that day dammit!
wish me luck!
(i heard it!) Thanks!