You ever have one of those days. Just don't feel all bright and cheery. I think my mood is due to not being able to fit into any of my clothes. I walked in front of the mirror this morning and thought "Oh my word! Where did all that come from!" Then tried to squeeze all "that" into clothes that should be at least one size bigger.
Why do women judge their worth by the size of their clothes? I know better but it always seems to get to me. I'm lucky to have a husband that says he loves me no matter what. Yet why can't I love myself?
I think it's the lack of self control that pisses me off the most. I lost a lot of weight many years ago. I know exactly what I need to do, yet I am too lazy to do it. That is what really gets me riled up at myself.
So I started P90X last night. Let's hope in 90 days, I have regained my self control.