You know, standing in the rain in a skirt at 7:00PM when it's 50 degrees outside and the wind is blowing the rain sideways is the perfect time for a pitty party. It's a good thing I was stranded there, waiting for the fiance to pick me up or I would have fallen face first into, something, ANYTHING.
I've tried to gloss over it, not dwell on it BUT this lack of progress is really getting to me. No no I'm not giving up - just voicing some frustration. I'm tired, cold, have a headache and my body aches from head to toe. You think fate could throw me a frickin' bone and give me SOME hope that I'm doing something right here?
Ok, ok.. I'm sorry, I'm done.
If anyone has ever doubted the power of muscle.. heheh the check this out.
according to the scale - I weigh the exact same amount in all three of these photos