Me: steps on scale.
Scales are so rude.
Okay, it’s almost summer… and I need to get my summer body ready.
I don’t fit in any of my shorts.
This is going to be so good for my health. I can’t wait to get in shape.
Plus I will look bangin’.
Summer is so fun. It is going to be worth it.
I definitely need a new pair of runners to get fit.
You gotta dress the part of the “athletic chick”.
Okay, a good body starts in the kitchen.
*Buys a bunch of green shit*
I have been working out and eating salad for a week and I only lost one pound… WTF.
This is not fair.
But I also lost one pound… I deserve a celebratory drink.
*Drinks an entire bottle of tequila and ends up eating a whole pizza*
Sh*t, I fell off the wagon last night. But today is a new day: to the gym I go.
If I rock FERGALICIOUS, cardio will be fun, right???
Werking on my fitness, he’s my witness OOOOEEEEEE.
OMG I’M SO HUNGRY.
Why is salad never enough?
I really want carbs.
Why does beer have so many calories?
I am so thirsty… and water just isn’t doing it for me.
Oh, who am I kidding?? Being skinny is overrated.