Love thyself - blah, blah, blah

We're going on our 10 year anniversary/Honeymoon trip in about 7 weeks.  The likelihood of losing 40 pounds in 7 weeks?  None.  My intentions were there, I've worked hard.  Between age, 3 kids, and the Lupus meds I take, I underestimated how slowly my great transformation would be.  Apparently 11 pounds in 6 months is what happens when you're an old lady, I don't know.  Anyway, I'm working hard on sticking with good habits but that's all I can commit to I guess.  I'm going to go to the Dominican Republic like I'm a model.  I'm going to walk in my black booby bathing suit and no sarong.  I will not feel as if I need to apologize to every person I walk past.  That's my goal, anyway.  I just want to enjoy my time there while giving no thought to my girth.

This, my friends, has helped. 

Thanks to a "make me old" app on my phone, I have a glimpse into the future of what I'll look like.  How stupid is it to waste these last semi-wrinkle free years with worries about something that is really not that big of a deal? 

And just for shits and giggles, I made Chris old, too.

He hardly looks any different.  Figures.

Oh, and I did Drew, too.  What gets me about this is she has no front teeth.  Hopefully it's not foreshadowing.

Ok, so enough with the old faces.  Just goes to show that if it's not one thing it's another.  Forget about it and love who you are and love your life.  Oh, and if you happen to be on a beach in Punta Cana on April 2, I'm not sorry.