Just pour me a tall glass of poison.

This is going to be the most "VENTY" blog and not in the STARBUCKS VENTI kinda way. I don't see how you people work out on a regular basis. You piss me off and annoy the hell out of me. I do the whole weight watchers thing, for the most part, and try to eat right. It's the working out part that kills me. I don't like it and I wish it would die. I woke up all early this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. My boyfriend starts heading up to the gym. I can't let him get skinny without me again so I start throwing on the 'ole workout clothes. After all, I have a wedding to plan. I don't want to be hearing, "Here comes the BLOB" as I'm strolling down the aisle. Also, I think that my boyfriend is great. He deserves a skinny chick, even though he's very supportive no matter what I weigh. I remember growing up as a child being very skinny. I also remember being the heaviest of all my friends in high school and junior high. I remember everyone on my cheerleading squad voting on sports bras to wear to cheerleading camp at Auburn University and I had to wear it too. My belly has always been big and no matter how many crunches/running our squad did, I could never get skinny. I WILL get skinny this time and as my friends, I would hope that you would try to help me stay motivated. I am going to post HORRENDOUS before photos on this blog. You are going to see pale, drooping fat rolls. This is the price you must pay for being my friends. Suck it up and keep me in check!