I'm bringing Orange Sweatshirt back (yeah). Them other sweatshirts don't know how to act (yeah.)
(It's still cool to invoke SexyBack, right? Yes? You know there is NOTHING I dread more than not being up with the times. Long live Steve Perry!)
This morning there was not a trace of desire to try and look presentable. Not a smidge. Most days, in fact all days, I do take a shower and get ready for the day. I'm not a kick it around in your PJs type of girl. My routine is simple and usually involves a little bit of makeup (no mascara though… I have to draw the line somewhere) and a nice bit of hair styling, followed by a spritz of the perfume that I would wear by the shot glass if you let me. And then, I pick something that I feel looks moderately cute, just in case the UPS man drops by for "coffee."
Today is not one of those days.
I realized that my beloved Orange Sweatshirt was no longer beloved, but in fact, was now a viable option for covering my chub in a way that would allow me to go through my day without admitting the fact that five pieces of toast with ridiculous amounts of melted butter and honey aren't really fitting into my daily Points plan.
I really am just three to five good stomach flus away from my goal weight.
In other news…This picture makes me happy because it's a sign that my marriage is TOTALLY working out: