Oh dear....
I came home from a pleasant evening at J's and discovered in my e-mail a message from BlueRoses complete with attachments. It's some photos of yours truly from the weekend of Doc's wedding, which occured back on 10-10-09.
Included, one swimsuit pic, which horrifies me. Never mind the raggedly grown-out cut, or even the suicide blonde color. Witness the Marianas Trench of my bosom! The thunder thighs! The cankles!
(For the record, I'm currently about the same size, to within five pounds or so.)
This is completely unacceptable, and the only thing stopping me from an act of ritual disembowelment is the thought that my all-time high was 80 pounds worse.
I'm not going to immediately commence living on lettuce and bottled water, but come Monday, September 12th, things are going to change.
.
Included, one swimsuit pic, which horrifies me. Never mind the raggedly grown-out cut, or even the suicide blonde color. Witness the Marianas Trench of my bosom! The thunder thighs! The cankles!
(For the record, I'm currently about the same size, to within five pounds or so.)
This is completely unacceptable, and the only thing stopping me from an act of ritual disembowelment is the thought that my all-time high was 80 pounds worse.
I'm not going to immediately commence living on lettuce and bottled water, but come Monday, September 12th, things are going to change.
.