Ok...here's my rant. I am a miserable dieter. I do great all day, then I come home a graze all night like a sea cow. I am sick of not fitting into my dress up stuff and being stuck in jeans and t-shirts. I think I am going to start wrapping my head in duct tape at night. I'm turning 40 in January and I refuse to feel like a lump of mash potatoes in gravy......oh look........is that an m&m in the bottom of my purse?.........
I'm even happier tonight than I was last night. This is really starting to piss me off.![]()