Speaking of being fat and lazy....
I noticed today that i'm starting to look pregnant again. And no, i'm not pregnant. Since having Kota, and not being on my strict gestational diabetic diet, i've ballooned. Sweet Jesus Pants, have I ballooned. And every day I say "tomorrow i'm going to start exercising!" as I stuff and handful of tater chips in my mouth. I was never Nicole Richie before, but I wasn't Rosie O'donnell either. But i'll be damned if my belly isn't starting to muffin top. Gross.
So tomorrow I really truly am going to exercise. Seriously. Maybe. It's too damn hot outside. It's fucking November, I live in Florida, and it's still 90 outside. BLARG!!!! I need some motivation. My too tight pants should be motivation enough, but apparently it's not.
Ugh, I don't even want to talk/type about this any more. It's making me angry.