I’ve decided I’m done with being overweight.. like really really done.

As I sat on the couch last night, eating my leftover pizza from Sunday night, watching tv, thinking to myself “ya know, when I’m done doing this, I should work out.”

Then I finished eating, and moved onto laundry, laundry was much more important than working out. Besides, I had to have burned a few thousand calories lugging the clothes up and down the stairs, no?  And I’m sure I worked my abs bending from the washing machine to the dryer, no?

As I folded the clean clothes I said to myself, “I’m going to take these upstairs, put on some sweats and come downstairs and work out”

Well, I put the clothes away but couldn’t find a sports bra.. And as all the women can attest to, you can not work out without one, unless you want to A: Knock into something or B: Hurt, the ENTIRE time you’re working out and for a good hour afterwards

So instead, I sat down with a bowl of ice cream and proceeded to fall asleep on the couch at 9:30pm..

I give up.

There is no more bad food in my house, except for maybe 1 bowl of ice cream, Mike can have that.. I took out chicken last night to cook tonight, and damnit I’m going to make GRILLED chicken and rice and it’s going to be good.  Today I WILL eat salad for lunch, with balsalmic dressing.  I will get back into all of the pants on my top shelf and I’m going to enjoy doing it.  Somehow, some way.

And I’m REALLY going to try VERY hard to get up at 5:30 tomorrow to work out.. really.