Good Mother of God. I've been in the depths of the self pity dumpy dumps lately. It's crossed south of the border from stooopid straight to riDickulous. I've gained 10 pounds, my clothes don't fit, I've stopped wearing make-up, I sit on my couch, watch soap operas and gorge. I know. I'm sorry. It's pathetic. It's time to be honest. It's gotten shameful.
So, I'm starting this morning. I gotta get my swagger back. I woke up and thought what better way to get started then to plaster on the Nair and get busy. Nair, then tan, then gym. I hear that's how it's done. Well, technically, I think I have to insert laundry in there too. Which makes sense, cause my laundry does need doing.
Here's to resurrecting myself.