It cannot be denied anymore. The excuse "I'm wearing dresses to work because pants are tighter" has come true, and its major suuuuper dislike. I think its all the Dots Sour Slices I've been wolfing down... useless calories... useless, sweet/sour, amazingly addictive, oh-how-I-miss-you calories... (of course I'm suddenly craving for my Sour Dots... that's what happens when you write about them.)
But NO! I have what we call "self-control" and it starts now!
*Put hand on imaginary diet bible and say* I solemnly swear that from this day on, I shall:
- Run even when I'm tired. No reason will be acceptable for not running at least twice a week.
- Do my weights and crunches when I get home. Get that flabby tabby stomach out of the way!
- Stop it with the midnight binges. Goodbye Cheddar & Sour Cream Ruffles. It'll be a while til I see you again.
- Do more chores on the weekend! I've been meaning to clean out my closet.
So, 10 pounds people! That's the number to beat. And today is Day 1.