Leaving...
...on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again. OK, I'll be back on Tuesday, and I'll be around tomorrow morning, but you get where I'm going with this.
I had a shitty night last night. As you may already know, the fiance and I are leaving tomorrow to go to a wedding in Africa. Which means it will be hot. Which means I can't hide in baggy pants. So I went shopping last night. For shorts. SHORTS. The bane of my existence. I would rather wear a G-string in public than shorts. Shorts make my legs look stumpy, my ass look wide, and my mood head south. I shake my fist at you, shorts! I found one pair that I hated marginally less than the other 2000 pairs I tried on. Sigh...
Today has been pretty hectic. I spent most of the day trying to get caught up on all the stuff I needed to do at work before I left. I had lunch out though--pizza. Just what I need, right. Man, am I ever down on my body after the shorts debacle.
You know what, though? To hell with it. My fiance likes me how I am. I'm in good physical condition. I am going to do my best not to obsess about every little dimpleof cellulite and just enjoy being in AFRICA. Jeez.
Headed to Pilates now, then will try to squeeze in a 4-mile run. Then another 4-miles tomorrow morning for good measure because I don't know when/if I'll get to run in Tunisia.
Wish me luck with the food and drink, ladies...