It was my first anniversary with Pookie, and I was scrambling to find something to wear.
"Wear something dressy," he said. "But make sure you're comfortable."
Obviously Pookie hasn't realized that for girls? Dressy and comfortable do not go together. At least they don't for me, and never have.
So I decided to wear pants and a nice shirt. I lovingly tugged my sole pair of black dress pants out from the back of my closet (I usually hate formal functions, so I try to avoid them as much as possible) and tried them on.
It was then that I discovered that I? Have gained yet another size.
After much frustration (curling up in the fetal position and crying like a baby), I sucked it up, pulled out a dress (urg), and climbed into that. I'd like to think that I was, at the very least, semi-classy and that I didn't embarass Pookie too much when we went for dinner.
I'd show you pictures of me in said dress, but...I'd have to kill you. Don't want to ruin my reputation or anything.
So I am going on a diet. I've really lost it in terms of keeping up with my exercise and making sure I eat appropriately (oh butter, how I love thee), so I'm going to attempt to lose some weight the right way.
As soon as my tax-rebate comes, I'm joining a gym.
And guess what World? You all get to laugh at my struggles.
I really do love me some butter.
So you'll get to
Today's breakfast: 1 banana and a small glass of orange juice
Today's lunch: egg-salad sandwich on multi-grain toast, sliced strawberries, and steamed cauliflower.
Weight loss so far: 0. In fact, I may have gained some. Urgh.