Friends, the time has come. I want to fit into my old clothes, dudes, and they? Do not fit. So I am meekly returning to Jillian and her evil ways.
Well that's just unkind, Jillian. I just want to get back into my old clothes is all. So no more of these:
I'm not focusing on before and after numbers, and I'm CERTAINLY not posting my weight on the internet, but lemme tell you, I've gained a hell of a lot of weight in the last year, and that will never do. Time to get back into fighting weight, and so be it. Fruit, veg, lean meats, and that wretched wretch Jillian. Oooooooh Jillian. Bring it, bitch. And let's all cross our fingers that what happened last time I went on a frantic exercise routine:
Wish me luck, and may visions of Hostess cake products dance in my dreams, and not in mah belly.
I'll keep you posted.