Blast from the Past

Since I stayed up to an astonishing 2:30 AM last night, I spent a great deal of time sorting through all my old pictures from my old computer. Fun times, I tell you. Let me just say this: All those times in 2002 and 2003 that I thought I was fat...I had no clue what I was talking about.


Looking at some of these pictures, when yes, I was already a mere 50 pounds over weight, makes me just want to kick myself. But seeing as I've put on a total of 80 pounds since JMU, I can't hardly lift my legs to tie my shoes.

I know I know, I shouldn't complain about it, I should get out there and do something about it! Easier said than done. Especially when it's in the 90's outside and the central air feels just so awesome. I have about 2 pages of excuses. I could put some down, but that would require extra energy.

I should be excited! I have my size 14 wedding dress just about ready for me to take home...and I can actually put it on(no small feat for a size 18 bride). Granted I can hardly breathe, and I have to wear a corset to be able to zip it up, but that's besides the point. I should be literally working my ASS off to fit into that dress, and even have it taken down a size! It IS possible. I have well over a year.

For those of you who know me, I do this vent quite often, as in several times a day. Even my fiance has gotten on the ball and has lost 18 pounds so far. I have been eating better...with being stuck at school all day, and my nerves being a wreck, I've been eating small meals and most of them are really healthy.

I even have a huge vacation this weekend. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday are mine, until I sell my soul back to school. Yesterday was wasted because I felt like dirt--I ended up sleeping all day. Today...well, half of today is already gone. I've been drinking copious

amounts of coffee trying to get myself going, but even that doesn't seem to be working. I have a million things to do: grocery store, massive cleaning, laundry, homework, and I even offered to help my friend repaint her townhouse. Maybe I should get started?

Sorry for the massive embarrassing non-productive rant. I do feel a bit better now. I should stop feeling so damn sorry for myself. Here's a truce: for every ass-kicking comment you leave me, I'll go exercise for 30 minutes. That way I can blame you guys for me not exercising. :-D Sounds like a plan to me!