I was so scared when I looked at myself for the first time in at least 6 months in the mirror at the gym earlier this week. I finally got a little motivation via a kick in the butt by our new writer to actually step foot in the gym as my new kayak isn't going to be purchased until Saturday although, the amount of shock after seeing myself in said mirror makes me wonder how I thought a kayak was going to help.

I'm still hoping that I'll come across an article about gym mirrors and the tricks of the eye that occur to make people think they just HAVE to keep spending money to workout never actually losing weight because of that trick of the eye. Oh, what am I talking about! I'm just FAT!!!

There are no two ways around it.

So, tonight, I will go back with a tank top a little less tight and hopefully get a chance to stand a little further away from the mirror and I will intently try to sculpt my lumpy body into some beautiful, Michaelangeloesque statue all while trying not to imagine stuffing my face with a slice of delicious cheesecake or some other luverly dessert.

And it's so sad how easy other things are to lose:
money- my checking account is dying a slow, slow death.
food- that goes real easily.
clothes- in the sense that they were once in a shop and now they've gone and made their way into my closet.

Yet, somehow my love handles continue to grow by epic proportions so much so that they're almost another limb entirely. Ugh.

Motivate me!