So this evening Benny looked at me and said in a slightly horrified tone, "Man, your boobs are getting small."
Those are always the first to go. *Sigh.
I was suppose to do cardio today. That obviously did not happen. I did, however, manage to pop a thousand bite-size snickers into my mouth while preparing the Easter stuff. Actually, make that one thousand and one.
I'm taking solace in the fact that I'm allowed one day off a week. I had planned to take off tomorrow since it's Easter. And our church is having a special service...which means a longer service...which means an earlier start time. And that simply translates into madness in my house. We get out of the house every day by 6:45 but the weekends come and suddenly 10:30 seems like a challenge.
So I'm back on the treadmill tomorrow, no matter what. Now, if I could just figure out how to get those snickers to fill out my top instead of my hips I would be set...
No comments:
Post a Comment