6.11.2007
hard core
It's called extreme points. Well..actually..as extreme as I can go with out drying up my milk and having a hungry monster at my boob. Extreme points = fitting into my pants for our vacation. Extreme points has already demonstrated how easily I can fit into those pants; as long as the chocolate that is sitting across from me stays there and the freezer stays vacant of Double Chocolate Ice Cream.
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I hear you. I need to get serious and lose some weight before I have to show my flab to the world. I'm back at th gym, giving up the last of my free time to sweat in a stinky room with a bunch of over-muscled men. Sounds like fun, right?
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