I don't currrrrr 'bout no excuses

So, whatever. Who cares if I'm feeling like shit.  I can't be down on myself forever.  I haven't gone to the gym since Saturday. Dang. That's 4 days after a stint of going everyday for about a week-and-a-half. 

I'm going to drink my water and get my ass to the gym right after work. No more excuses.  I didn't have to put that beer battered halibut burger and fries down my  pie hole.  WTF is wrong with me? I'm tired of feeling this way and what do I do?  Eat garbage I know is only going to make me feel worse.  Enough of the sob story, this bitch is getting her shit together one way or another!  I know I can't control everything or everyone around. Call it the control freak in me, but it's soooooo frustrating!  And so, I must concentrate on myself and self-improvement.  Ok.

One of my best friends, Angelica, is getting married this summer and I'm her maid of honor.  Let me tell you something, mang, there is no honor in being the chub next to the model bride, ho-kayyyy?  She's soooo dang beautiful, inside and out, and I must not ruin her wedding pictures! LOL  Here's a pic of the posse.  Which beautiful gal is she, you ask?  Why, the tall drink of water on the left with the turtleneck.

LOVE THESE LADIES!