Today, I am rededicating my life to Weight Watchers, for the 205th time. I am also rededicating my ass to The Gym. (But I am going to tell you right now that I am going to hate every damn minute of it because of the whole " No Aerobic Dance Class bullshit.)
These last 40-ish pounds are refusing to leave on their own. Asshole pounds.
So, forgive me if I do not feel like writing today. I'm too busy whining, and trying to talk myself out of driving to Starbucks to get a banana caramel frappucino (Which, for those of you who have not yet tried one, it tastes like a frozen banana, only, with caramel. So, it's pretty much "heaven in a cup." Oh, yes it is.)







If you listened to weight watchers they would make you eat exactly one banana chip dipped in a smidge of fat free carmel because somehow that satisfies the craving.
Delurking to say: found your blog over at amalah's and must say I am engrossed. The last post was powerfull.