I'll be honest, I've been a little on the porky side since the wedding season has been full swing and I haven't cared much. That is, until yesterday when my pants didn't fit. Dang it. Don't you hate that feeling? Where has my inner Jillian Michaels been?
Today I decided to STOP IT. (See what I mean here).
So, Mark and I went running this evening. I ran two miles, and died a little. But in the end, the part of me that was left felt a little bit better.
Am I going to pull a Drew Carey? (See what I mean here)
Maybe not. But I'm back in it ya'll. And maybe the next time I see you, I will be wearing my pants. Um, you know what I mean, right?
luv, erin
Monday, September 27, 2010
let's get to the fat of it.
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Your green pants didn't fit? That could really be a problem those suckers are very stretchy.
I know, right? ha ha...no the green ones always fit, that's why I keep them around.
Oh Erin I just love ya! Go get em! You and I both will be on the weight loss train!
I need to be on board that train too! I swear, our bodies are just gettin ready to hybernate or something! Although I've seen you and you are too skinny, dumb butt!
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