I tipped the scales today at an ungodly number.
Well, I guess I can't really say that and mean it. I'm not obese. I'm not fat {per say}. I'll just put it out there. I'm a size 12. And since I've been eating like a high schooler with a high metabolism that size 12 is feeling pretty tight these days.
So in essence, it's time to do something about it. This is the biggest that I've ever been. I need to find the happy medium between my love of ice cream and my desire to be a size 6. That's right. I only want to be a size 6. I don't think that is out of my range. If my 2 year old can pee standing up then I can work my way back down to a size 6.
So there!
