Fat Ass

I turned in my Fitness First application yesterday. This means that I have to drag my fat ass to the gym from now on (if not, then I've just wasted a lot of money for a gym bag and water container).

I'm a bit scared because I just might discover that childbirth has changed my body forever. This is my last and most expensive attempt to shape up. Actually, I have not given it much effort (losing weight). I've been eating A LOT for the last two months. Food has replaced my nicotine craving (not permanently, I hope).

I have long been debating with myself whether I should sign up or not. An expensive gym membership is not exactly in the priority list of a practical mom. Not that I am practical, but it is ideal in these difficult times. It was my mom who encouraged me to forget about the cost and think of the benefits.

If I can quit smoking, I can probably commit to this too. God, I really hope I'll have the energy to do this.

I miss buying regular-size clothes. Would it be silly to take a before and after picture?