Blogger's Block

I've had you guys nagging at the back of my mind.

If I had no audience, I probably wouldn't write. I get that from Dad, I think. Always need to be entertaining someone.

But I've been so blasted tired I haven't had the wherewithal to blog anything.

There's all sorts of exciting and shocking things I would like to say, but won't or shouldn't, so I'll just pass on here for the time being. 

I will say, though, that my attempts to lose weight have sadly been thwarted by Tara's wedding, and I had to start over from square one due to the vast amounts of candy and cookies I ate.

And I guess I didn't realize how skewed my self-image was until Tara's sister posted pictures of the wedding on Facebook.

Yeah. It's always worse than you think it is and then some.

I would like to think it was because the dresses weren't designed for a human to wear (and I have quite a few witnesses that this is true), but that wouldn't explain the fat suits my arms are wearing.

I will say that my makeup looked just lovely. 

Lovely.

Yes....

I need to print of those pictures and post them around the house to be a deterrent against treats. 

"You want to keep those hot dog arms? Well, fine, go ahead and eat that bowl of ice cream..." 

And I think it would help if I circled the parts of my body that bother me the most with a big, red Sharpie. 

Sounds like a plan. 

Of course, that would entail me circling every picture of me in its entirety. 

Stupid pictures.