So much fun in fact, that I ignored that my previously 'fat' jeans have become my 'skinny' jeans, my previously 'skinny' jeans have become a denim version of leg warmers that only go so far as my knees and have begun mocking me from the dusty part of the closet that never sees the light of day, and my elastic banded pants have become my evil accomplices and enablers.
If the standard donuts, ice cream and french fries screaming my name weren't enough enticement, certainly that chocolate chip cheesecake ball that my 100lb
I'm done feeling the guilt of watching The Half Ton Man documentary while licking the chocolate frosting off of a paper plate and then, in all my paranoid glory, looking around the empty room and out the windows to make sure no one saw that. I'm done bad mouthing thin people just because I am totally jealous, lazy and have the will power of Charlie Sheen at the Playboy Mansion.
My long overdue trip to the gym today, followed by my incessant gulping of water and consequent trips to the bathroom are all laced with good intentions of fitting back into my clothes and being able to show more than just my forehead and eyes in a picture.