As much as I hate the idea I might to have to start exercising more. I’m not committing to anything just yet. Right now my routine consists of roaming the streets after work trying not to look like I have forgotten where I parked my car and chasing my dog down when I am too drunk to remember how to put her leash on properly. I thought that cutting out a few thousand calories a day would make a difference. But when I stepped on the bathroom scale the other day I realized the fast food fast is not going to do the trick. I have been gaining still and bathing suits are only three weeks away. This is total bullshit.
Oh yay! Gotta go. The ice cream truck is here. Surely waving my arms like a crazy person because the confused driver doesn’t usually stop for adults counts for something.