Body Wise, Pound Foolish

I'm having one of those moments (ok, weekends) where I feel just really uncomfortable with myself. Normally, my parts and bits and I have an agreement - they don't bother me, and I don't bother them. Lately, though, they've been screaming at me that I'm starting to resemble Bridget Jones after a bad breakup, and that I need to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

So I was considering this earlier today whilst sitting in traffic (naturally, sitting in a crunched up position in a car seat is a perfect place to fully realize your personal fat displacement), this thing called fat. I'm in danger of being where I was ten years ago, and I am SO not letting that happen.

So...back to the gym (daily), less Coca-Cola's (be prepared for their stock to go down), no more cream sauces or ice cream or dessert for that matter (that one is easy, actually). I will stop eating a ton of cheese every day. I will, I promise. I am going to go back to my rule of no fast food. Period. End of Story.

And as much as it pains me...I must stop eating potatoes. I must learn to eat salad. And I think I will not drink anymore. Hah!