Tomorrow is W day. As in WW…as in Weight Watchers because my fat butt needs some help. There, I said it: I suck at dieting, and I need help. I only hope it’s not too horrifying to be weighed in a group of people. But maybe it’ll motivate me with shame. *sigh*
Actually I feel pretty guilty right now: I’m a bad dog mommie. My 2 year old German Shepherd, Thor, is seriously tired out and panting like a madman right now, because I threw the stick for him for about a 1/2 hour. A 1/2 HOUR! So not only am I woefully out of shape, but HE is. And that’s my responsibility. Grr.
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