No, I am not about to star in a remake of a Vin Diesel movie. But I am quite angry with myself. I got fat. I feel off the proverbial wagon so hard that I need to get a passport to even go catch up to the wagon. Crap. And now I need to undo it. And that sucks. But it can't suck more than looking at a closet full of your favorite clothes (your own) and not being able to wear them. And trust me and the people at Visa, I have some pretty nice clothes. I guess I know what months of self-neglect and Pepsi add up to. Well Vin, I guess it's just you and me. See you in the morning at the gym...
3 comments:
I am in the very same position.
About 8 pounds off the wagon.
How did it creep up?
This made me laugh so hard! I feel ya, girl! The holidays did quite a number on my rear end. Just a few pounds but it's enough to make my favorite clothes just a little bit too uncomfortable!
It's back to counting calories for me this week. So far, so good (but then again, it's only day two!).
You have so much great music...it's time to dance off the holiday pounds. I'm still working on mine too...
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