Our nephew had his 5th birthday party this weekend - YAY! We had a huge water slide and got to hang out with friends and family. It was great except for the fact that I was HORRIBLE about what I was eating and drinking that night. I had 3 beers (Mich. Ultra, but still - I'd sworn off alcohol until September 24th!), KFC and some grilled chicken wings that were out. I'm pretty positive that I killed my diet for the whole weekend that night.
Here's the thing. That bathing suit? It's one of those magic eye miracle bathing suit things. I mean, look at it! It's all old lady-ish, with rouching in the center to make it look less like that's my flab that's bumpy there in the front. It's definitely not what I pictured myself wearing at 26.
Granted, I wore a two piece WAY longer than I should have - but apparently in my old age and current state of obeast-ness, I've decided to wear old lady bathing suits. Seriously!? I'm 26! I should be wearing cute bathing suits that show off my rack - not the same thing your 86 year old next door neighbor is wearing to the pool.
Weekends are my enemy. Brian and I get together with friends and family regularly on the weekends and it almost always revolves somehow around food - and many times it's a plethora of food laid out and we're all supposed to just eat when we're hungry. If I see food, I'm eating the food. I need to train my brain not to think that way. If it's there, someone should really be eating it - I just need that person to not be ME - I'm sick of the old lady bathing suit!