Amber’s wedding is in two months and here I am still procrastinating about working out. Not to mention my beloved boyfriend just isnt up to going everyday (and i need that extra motivation to get off my bum). 

Did I mention that Amber bought my Maid of Honor dress two sizes too small?

Half my day I spent lying in bed daydreaming about the good days before I met my choatic ex Sam and all the weed I smoked, all the 7-11 food I gorged myself with….now here i am 175, crying about what it felt like being my old 115. 

good god, those numbers astound even me. 

I miss being a waif. with all my heart. 

HEH. I guess its time to start a crash diet and some work out routine before I get sick of even myself.