The Night Before

Today is the day before d day. Which of course means I want to eat six of everything. I didn't. But I wanted to. I ate like a normal person at the barbecue my brother held for Mother's Day. 

I have left over chicken Parmesan in the fridge that I'd love to stick in my face. But I'm being strong.  

We played Just Dance or some other dancing game at my brother's house. The good news is I did cardio without passing out, twice! The bad news is when I watched the playback it appeared as though I had two sets of boobs. Your muffin top shouldn't look like extra boobs. That's not a muffin, that's a pound cake. 

And I appreciated the inspiration  I can do better. I will do better.