Today, I went to Old Navy. I mean, they had $2 tank tops...how could I not?
And there was this dress.
So I tried it on and took a picture of myself in it.
From the neck down.
Cause I look awesome.
Ugh. Who am I kidding?
I put on the dress. Looked in the mirror. And screamed...because obviously some other pasty-pale, chunky chick who was trying on the same dress had snuck into the dressing room with me!
That was me.
And it was at that moment that I looked into that mirror and said to myself, "Self. Something has to change. This. Is. Disgusting."
I am the QUEEN of excuses. Putting it off. Procrastination.
"I'll do it tomorrow."
"I'll start after school's out."
"One more dinner at Jose Peppers (or Chipotle, or Noodles & Company, need I go on?)"
"Stop at Dairy Queen on the way home from school? Yes, please."
So I'm getting it together. Today.
And hopefully by the time school starts, I'll look like the Old Navy model shown in the picture above.
I've said this SO many times before.
But I do NOT want the 166.0 pounds I just saw on my scale to be my normal.