Remember me?

I'm still around.
Swear.
Did ya miss me?

So you know how I was trying to give up sugar.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... 3 months ago. Ya. Well, that never happened. But now that Fatty McFatterson has lived on a binging spree for 90 days, I figure it's time to reign that bitch in.

Utnil the magical Girl Scout cookie salesdad came in to ask what my 'pre-order' was going to be for his daughter..................................

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Naturally, I told him 10 boxes.

Then I thought I'd be a genius and buy a bag of Hershey's Dark Chocolate Kisses......thinking that I'm going to eat chocolate no matter what, so I might as well have some 'good' chocolate, versus the 12-pack of mini-donuts from the vending machine. Yes. I know. Be jealous of my geniusness.

Well, I got stressed today and have almost eaten the entire package.

I believe this is what you call Winning At Life.
And I have the pant size to prove it.

In the spirit of my ballooning buttocks, I have decided that February is a good month to get my shit together. Why February you ask??? Because if I don't change my fatliciousness I will be the size of a dumptruck by swimsuit season. And no one at Table Rock Lake needs to see the thunder thighs at their finest this summer.

I made a deal with a chick at work that we'd go to two YMCA classes on Tuesday and Thursdays. So, I've got that going.

Now I just need to actually EAT the lettuce I buy. Instead of pretending it's a pretty science experiment for when Dillyn starts school...........in 5 years.

Baby steps people. Baby steps.