I baked cookies for our Movie Night fundraiser on Saturday... and I ate a million of them. Ughhhhhhhhhhh. Everytime I pat myself on the back for not binging.... I end up doing it. That's it. Tomorrow is plain oatmeal for brekkers and nothing for lunch until I've hauled my lard ass to the gym. (pronounced gime, like dime but with a "guh" sound). How many squares do I need? 4? Yeah, that'll do nicely.
Let's pretend from now on that the horrid "B" word does not exist...alright? Good, I'm glad we had this conversation.
DO NOT STOP UNTIL I LOOK LIKE THIS. Please and thanks.





