I'm not losing any. I'm not really curbing what I eat that much. I'm not drinking water. Still have 2 soda's a day. I'm not really exercising like I was. I'm not counting calories anymore either. I stopped all of this when I got the Sinus Infection from Hell a few weeks ago. Yet I want to get all depressed when I try on clothes from last year that don't fit. Or when I think about taking M to the pool and having love handles. No one can do this but me so I can only be mad at myself. I guess I kinda really find it hard to believe that I will have to do this the rest of my life....watch what I eat and exercise. That doesn't sound fun. I guess you can't have everything, right?
Told you I was a spoiled brat....always wanting her way. ugh
Afternoon Tea at the Grand Floridian
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