CELEBRATE

Hey everyone. It's me. I'm back again, and with GREAT news! My prom shirt, which I wore to last year's prom around the december time period, didn't fit me for a long long time afterwards.

Well upon trying it on a few days ago, I found something amazing...IT FITS! I can button it and everything! Now the only thing I need to do is get it to fit and make it look good.

Meaning I have to lose my big belly first. Yes my belly is slimming little by little, but it still needs work.

So the exercise thing isn't going so well lately. I've been making excuses again, saying I've got too much homework or that it's too late. Well screw that! I'm done doing that. I want to be happy!

To do so, and stop making excuses I've set apart a time of day where I'm going to do nothing else, and at that exact time of day is when I'll work out. No matter what else I have going on, I'll stop and do that. Period. The end. Good bye.

That way, even if I'm busy, I can say to myself "Hey. Bitch. It's about that time. Get steppin ho."

Anyway, after finding out that I had lost weight, and that my prom shirt from last fit me I went downhill from there. You see my best friend Tarin just recently got dumped (again) by her (ex) boyfriend David. It's so sad. She was so heartbroken. Tarin never cries and she was balling over the phone to me.

I (being the good friend that I am) went out and bought a bunch of chocolate, gathered up my grunge clothes and chick flicks, and headed that way. But she called me while I was coming over there, and said that she didn't feel up to hanging out that night (basically bailing on me for the second time in a ROW) and asked if I was doing anything the next day. I said that it was my Dad's mother's birthday and that we couldn't hang out (which we couldn't)

So now, all that's left of ALL of that chocolate is a big half pound bar of Hersheys...which I sealed with a note and a ribbon to give to her at school tomorrow. I feel horrible because I ate all of that chocolate...BUT I am proud because I didn't eat birthday cake or ice cream, and only ate a small Mcdonalds fries on the way to Topeka.

But if I want to keep fitting into that shirt, or even fitting into it better, I've gotta get my groove thing on and do the damn thing.

The problem, is those darn miniature snack bags of chocolate that they have. Their so inticing. With their small sizes......they think they're sooo cute. You eat one, and you promise yourself that's ALL. But...then...you find the bag has magically reopened itself on your desk and another mini chocolate has popped out and then into your mouth.

*sigh*

Just know that I'm still working at it, and will get to my goal eventually.

Promise.

-J-