Due to some upcoming trips to warm climates, I made the mistake of ordering some new swimwear. It came yesterday. Yesterday was a bad, bad day. There’s nothing like seeing your thunder thighs sticking out of a bathing suit to depress the hell out of you. Helpful hint: once you’ve worn a Miracle Suit, you can never go back. You may think it doesn’t make a big difference, but you will find that it does. It really does.
Enough about me and my soul crushing time in front of the mirror. Happy actual Fat Tuesday! Are you going out? Will you celebrate before the somberness of Lent kicks in? I’m hoping that we can go out to dinner. Should I have dessert, since I’m giving up sweets? Or should I skip it? What I should probably have is my head examined for complaining about my thunder thighs in the same post as the contemplation of dessert. 😉
PS Happy Birthday, Katie!!!