Tuesday, September 03, 2013
There are 12 jars with salads in my fridge. There is no chocolate in my home (unless you count the chocolate icecream cake that my husband had for his birthday.)
I packed my gym clothes into a bag, along with my gym shorts, shoes, and the headphones so I have no excuses to going to the gym.
I'm drinking unsweetened tea.
I'm apparently go big or go home. I'm prepared to go big. I'm done being big. Let's ****ing do this.