People, there are only two weeks left until I leave for Las Vegas. Can you even believe it? I can't. It's like May is flying by at the speed of light and all I can show for it are daily meltdowns on the treadmill and a nephew who is one year older.
Oh, and a painting. I did paint something...although I am really not sure what that is. And in case you are wondering, I stuck that blue-dotted masterpiece on a wall in a spare room at my parent's house. I consider it an anniversary gift. I am sure they will love it forever.
This wedding, it's coming. And I have made some fabulous progress towards not looking like a hot dog! But lately, I find that I really, really want to eat donuts. But I also know that donuts have the ability to hang out on my thighs and never leave. Never, ever leave.
So, I am imploring you for some inspiration. Help me stay on track. Give me the statistics for what one donut will do to me, let alone an entire dozen (which is what I would call a typical serving size).
Give it to me straight, people.
I need tough love.
And a little encouragement.
Or a new pair of stretchy pants.
Thank you a ton.
You're the best.
Word to your mother.