Today will be the 6th day of consistent exercising.
I even did 20 scissor-kicks before going to bed.
Determination...
I even had a weird dream about exercising.
Is it wrong that I want to become obsessed with getting healthy?
I'm doing my weigh in tomorrow, with god-awful photos.
I'm going to photograph what I "lovingly" call my c-section foldover.
It's that section of skin on my body that literally folds over. It's so gross and if I had a giant eraser (or a tummy tuck) it's the ONE thing I would ZAP on my body. My hips? I can live with. But that flap is a total confidence killer.
So what am I gonna do?
I'm gonna show it to you.
What the hell? No one knows me here.....
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