I have zero will power these days when it comes to eating well and working out.
And I'm getting chubbier by the week.
Thanks to my lethal addiction to sweets & snackin'!
Remember when I told you that Kyle & I had a weight lose challenge?
Well, that lasted for a solid week.
And no one spoke of it ever again.
Being chubby isn't fun for me.
It brings back some not so fond memories of being the chubby kid with a bad perm.
And sadly, I was the butt of jokes with my ex-step-siblings
(wow that's a mouthful).
They always made fun of me in Spanish, like that made it better.
Bad words always seem to sound rather rough in another language.
Sometimes I think of my chubby kid self. And feel sad.
I wish I could go back in time & hug me & tell me that being chubby was okay & that it's what on the inside that counts & those kids were just jerks who weren't gonna be around that long anyway.
I'm rambling now.
I just needed to vent.
And maybe since I put my stuff out there it might help motivate me to put down the cookie & start working out.
Ugh. Wish me luck.