lose five pounds

Now that the Mike and Ikes are gone, it is time to begin in earnest.

My boyfriend sent me a package.
I’ve been waiting for it for a couple days.
I was excited because I never get mail.
Sure enough, it was there when I checked today.
And guess what it was?
Candy.

I guess I have to wait until after I consume my special delivery…
I can’t let such a sweet gesture go to waste.
(Aha, punny)

No more candy.
I need to cut something out.
Wishful thinking only does so much.
Clicking my ruby-red heels is not going to help me with this.
I need to take action.

I’ll miss you…

The other day my friend told me my boobs would look bigger if I was skinnier. I was a little taken aback. I knew he didn’t mean anything by it and he wasn’t calling me fat nor does he think I am, but it still kind of hurt. It’s something I worry about a lot. But that’s the thing, I worry about it, I notice it. And that’s okay. But as soon as other people acknowledge it or mention it, it makes it real. I can’t just say it’s something stupid that I don’t need to worry about if other people start to notice it too.