Can I just tell you that after looking in the mirror morning after morning and being so sad at the reflection…the tired eyes, the gray hair, the “extra” pounds of love around the mid-section…I decided to do something about it.
Buy better concealer.
Call my hairstylist.
Buy the Jillian Michael “30 Day Shred” DVD.
So far, I haven’t died. It’s been 23 days and I’m noticing less inches (yeah) but not much change on the scale (boo). I am, however, a little less stressed because I get to vent my frustrations to the TV at 0545 every morning. Scott has been getting his hiney to the gym, too. Very proud.
Our next project? The food we’re eating. Ugh. Being a responsible adult is hard work.