this weekend, you know like in 6 days, i am the first brides maid in my bff wjk’s wedding. no fear, since my life is currntly a sece pool, i am 100% certian my dress is not going to fit over my thunder thighs and xl ass. like most normal people i am worried about this, so worried in fact that i spent yesterday hung over and eating cinimon raisin bread dipped in egg and fried, chocolage and eddy’s ice cream.
i also have told my dilemma to every/anyone who will listen because we all know talking about working out is the same thing as doing it. what really irks me above all else is a year ago i was getting ready to run the chicago marathon with a fractured hip, this year i cannot get my life together enough to go for a run.
back to my dress. it does not fit. so i will be working out for an hour every day this week (SERIOUSLY) and buying some spanks. i cannot let wjk down. and i mean this pictures are going to be around for FOREVER so i have to look good.
i cannot think of anything else right now. just by me crap. i just love things. LOTS AND LOTS OF THING!
oh and a new tv, a dresser, a kitchen-aid mix master, and new clothes to wear to work b.c as i said above i’ve become a bit portly!