Forgive me blogosphere, for I have not blogged.

I haven't blogged nor have I lost weight.  Matter of fact, my chubby shorts are tight.  I suck it in till I feel my belly button almost touch my spine, but alas, my midsection still flops.  I cross my fingers in hopes that I am dreaming and will wake in a fun house surrounded by carnival mirrors and mystical delusions.



Keeping a positive frame of mind is tough, especially when nothing seems to fit right.  I actually had to wear two bras the other day.  Granted, I know not to wear a deep plunge bra, but the lift was so nice. :)

My original goal was to make a difference in 3 months.  I think I may need 9, since I will just chalk my last 3 up to preparing.  I said in the beginning I was a weight-loss drop-out .  But, June is my 20th year high school reunion, the anniversary of joining Weight Watchers (which I still haven't gone to a meeting), and a week before a July 6 dr's appt.

I'm ready to bring my sexy back!