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10

That's how much weight I've gained in the last few months. Ten freaking pounds!!! Seriously??? I am no longer the happy 6/8. I am now the 9/10. Oh good grief that sucks. Once I saw the numbers on the scale at the doctors office and then realized that my clothes just aren't fitting as well as they used to I decided that enough is enough. I feel like crap. I don't care how my hair and makeup look. That is just NOT me!!!

Realizing I'm not happy with how I look I took the bull by the horns and took that first step of getting rid of the ugly ten. I stopped drinking diet Pepsi. No more soda!!! It's killing me. I'll tell you that right now. No soda at all is just so not me. I am so addicted to the stuff that quitting is just so not easy. But...I have a bottle of water on my desk now at all times. I drink sun tea when I am at home. Granted...it's sweet tea but cut me some slack here ok? It's not like I'm drinking a whole jug in one sitting. One glass a night and that's it.

I do have some incentive to lose the weight though. I want to look hot for the cruise that I am going to do my best to be on. You just never know who you might meet on one of those things. Well...aside from meeting Ashley and Kellan. LOL Going on a cruise requires wearing of some sexy clothes and the way I look right now...sexy clothes are not an option. I feel icky and I really don't like feeling icky. It's time this woman makes a change and gets back to who she was. This mama-looking, pudgy, straight haired thing is someone who died years ago. No way in hell am I going to allow her to be resurrected.

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