Now that I’m stepping on the scale a few times a week, I’m feeling very sheepish.
Like HOW IN THE WORLD DID THAT HAPPEN?!
One minute I was frolicking nude in my backyard, to devil with the neighbors, and the next minute I could barely stand to see myself naked.
Oh yeah, I know.
Yadda, yadda, yadda.
But when did I get so CURVY?
You know when your kids are 16 and 18 you can no longer use the pregnancy weight excuse.
So I guess it’s all the grilled cheese sandwiches and gin and tonics I consumed.
I’m still plugging along on my diet.
In two weeks I’ve lost 6 pounds.
Which is an accomplishment, but is also frustrating me.
Like can’t this go ANY FASTER?
I’ve got bikinis to wear, and bodysuits to rave in, and lingerie to pose in, and photos to take!
And I just want to get to my destination AS FAST AS FUCKING POSSIBLE.
I suppose since it took me 10 years to get here I should have a little patience.
Working hard for something makes you value it ALL THE MORE.
And it will certainly deter me from ever eating an excess of grilled cheese sandwiches and gin and tonics.