Seriously. I cannot be the only one out there who has made her way through the grocery aisles picking out all my favorite "snacks" because "My diet starts this week!" I'm not, right? Right?!
As I slurp on my Big Gulp, chomp on the left over Oreos (my ultimate favorite, mint-stuffed), pick through the tasty goodies my mom and MIL sent for Christmas yesterday (burp), I am mortified at how much weight I have put on since 1) moving to LA and 2) getting married. How does it happen without me noticing?!
It can't possibly be the 32 ounce soda sitting next to me.
It surely isn't the Reese's Peanut Butter cups I ate this afternoon to celebrate my kids return from their dads home.
Or the package of Oreo's I devoured in 48 hrs.
Or the lemon bars my MIL sent.
Or the peanut brittle.
NO WAY was it the three slices of pizza I ate last night.
Oh, excuse me. How unlady-like.
How unlady-like of me to stuff my face with every. favorite. fattening. food. all in the name of "But my diet starts this week!!"
Ugh. Not anymore. No more "last suppers." No more "I'm just gonna eat this...and this....and this...because my diet starts tomorrow. Or Monday. Or next week."
Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is the first day of my very first 90 Day Challenge. I think I can lose 30 pounds. Actually, I know I can. I've seen some pretty amazing shit happen to some pretty amazing women who stood up to the challenge.
I got this.