It's 3:00 pm and I just looked in a mirror.
I've been out and about since this morning when I scrambled into bermuda shorts, grabbed a go with everything white t-shirt, flip-flops, tossed make-up into my purse to put on later, herded Annelise to the car, leaving laundry on the sofa, dishes in the sink and a dishwasher ready to be unloaded.
I hate that.
But back to me.*
We were running late this morning (as usual). In my mind I thought, "I've been doing P90X for two weeks now, I bet I can wear my favorite bermuda shorts." They are the perfect length, the perfect drab cocoa, love them and want to have their babies. Last summer, thanks to Weight Watchers and training for a marathon, they were loose. Quite loose. Like I almost felt skinny loose.
So I put them on this morning. With a bit of effort and determination. And have worn them all day.
I must pause here to confess how I cattily commented to Scott about a girl's muffin top roll over on a recent episode of House Hunters, something along the lines of I would never wear...blah, blah, blah...if I had a roll like that...blah, catty, blah.
Like I said, it's 3:00 pm and I finally took a moment to really look in the mirror.
I owe that poor girl on House Hunters a huge apology.
Now I must do my workout.
*Remember in Beaches when CC (Bette Midler says), "But enough about me. Let's talk about you, what do you think of me?" This sums up blogging so well, don'tcha think?