I went to a friend’s bachelorette party on Friday night and had a great time. We sang karaoke, saw a band we’ve loved since high school, and generally got along swimmingly.
Of course there were cameras present and I ended up babysitting one for a reveler. I took some great pictures of our night out. Today, I was eagerly checking MySpace for the photos to be posted -and they were!
Bouncing up and down with excitement, I opened the photo album and started browsing. Suddenly I was hit with one of those wake-up call moments. There, right before my eyes, was a picture of me smiling with three other girls. I looked positively WIDE. My guts are getting out of hand, like, seriously.
I guess I have this mental picture of my figure ten years ago and I tend to just assume that I still look that way from certain angles. But the picture doesn’t lie -those ten pounds truly exist.
So I’m putting my foot down. Both feet actually, repeatedly in a rhythmic pattern set to music until my heart rate goes up and my body starts burning off the fat.
Because damn. I’m a fatty-boom-ba-latty.