and your little friends Novarel and Prometrium.
3 freaking pounds. I gained three God damned pounds this last week. What the fucking shit man. While I wasn't perfect, I wasn't that bad.
The reason for the blame? I couldn't even suck my gut in the morning far enough to see my pubes (normally I only have to push the boobs out of the way for this). Not effing funny. I was getting ready for work and J started joking about how he should keep me home in my skin tight pants. He shut up pretty quickly when I told him I bought them a month ago and they were almost falling off me.
For the love of everything holy, let this be my motivation to actually do what I keep saying I am going to do.
I am going to reweigh in a couple days other wise Weight Watchers will yell at me when I lose 5 lbs in a week.
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