So, yesterday Randy, Finn, Ella and I were swinging on our swing. And I thought, "What a sweet moment." So I took out my iPhone, and tried to get a picture of all of us. I took this photo, then I looked at it and I said (out load) "Uhhggg...so, that's what I really look like now, huh?"
How depressing is that? I still have about 20 lbs to lose from this pregnancy, still on mostly due to laziness...and partially due to Potbelly Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.
It sucks. I am so tired of saying to myself..."tomorrow" "tomorrow" tomorrow I'll do better, and it'll work. I won't feel sad/upset and I won't eat cookies.
But, I always eff it up.
I'm so pissed off at myself right now, I can't even articulate it.
But, right now, all I want to get down in writing is that today is the day. I need to get my shit together.
Immediately.
If not sooner.
No arguements.
And no cookies.
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