It sounds like a set up for a punch line, huh? Well, here's the punch line: I ripped out my jeans at work. I was dropping down under the counter to plug in my lap top and *riiiip*. I had to go to the restroom to see the extent on the damage. I ripped out the whole right side of the ass, next to the pocket. Granted the jeans were on the old side, but if I hadn't gained around 45 pounds since last August, then it wouldn't have happened. I have been meaning to get back into my exercise routine, well I have no choice now, do I? I have only 2 pairs of jeans that still fit me, and about 10 pairs that I need to slim back down to get into. Please send positive thoughts and engery my way as I start to sweat my ass off working out, and praying to the Goddess to help me lose it quickly. And, I can't believe I am about to admit this, but I am 5'5", small bones, and should weight around 135 to 140. At that weight I would look beyond fab. At about 145 to 150, I'd just be fab. At 155 to 160, looking good. 165 t0 170, pushing it. 175 to 180, girlfriend back away from the cookies. 185 to 190, a little pudgy. 195, I jarred the scales. And anything over that, I broke the scales. Well, I broke the scales. The only thing is, once I realize how much I weigh, I get depressed, and on come the cravings and excuses of "I'll work it off tomorrow." Then, "tomorrow" comes, and it's the same excuses. And it doesn't help that I am stuck behind a desk all day, when it didn't used to be that way. We used to be busy enough that I could get away from my desk to get out on the dock at least once a day and help move boxes. Now we are so slow that all I can do is stare at a computer screen, and it's the internet at that. I guess it's back to the strick diet, no pop and candy, back to the belly dance workout and the Core Secrets ball workout. I just need motivation.
Anyway, those of you who visit me on a regular basis will notice that I have finaly done something with my side bar. Doesn't it look pretty?