i finally shuffled out of hobo-mode last night and hit the gym. because it's open twentyfour hours, bobby and i decided to go around ten to work off a horrible meatloaf dinner. unfortunately, i was exhausted from a loooong day to do much else besides cycle, benchpress and of course, run an obligatory twenty minutes on the treadmill. i had to quit after fifteen after my wonderfully uncoordinated feet caused me to trip and almost wipe out the entire second floor. dead sexy.

i'm trying to pave the golden road to a glorious new healthy lifestyle and it sucks mucho. besides the grande caramel machiatto and slice of banana bread i greedily gobbled down this morning on my way to work, i'm cutting out alllll sweets, sodas, and fried food--

pffft. right. tell that to the kids at five guys b&f who see me at the counter every other weekend surreptitiously ordering a regular bacon cheeseburger with mushrooms, with small fries and raspberry sweet tea please, kthx.

-- so anyway. i have severe body image issues even during the pre-robbieous era when i weighed a buck-fifteen. twenty five pounds later, i've peaked to my heaviest and that shit is not cool. i think i have a pretty good sense of humor about it but at the same time, i'm no longer comfortable in my skin. or rolls. shut up.

with that said...beach trip tomorrow! lol