The NutriSystem is ordered again. This time I custom ordered each snack & meal. 100% of what I want as opposed to 90% For instance, I still have nasty-ass Soy Nacho Chips that I haven't eaten, and a Thick Crust Pizza that I can't be arsed to prepare. Just give me stuff to pop the lid and throw into the microwave.
See, ALL my clothes are tight. ALL. I'm seriously and truly PORKING out over here and it's ridiculous. It's making me feel lousy about myself and self-conscious as all hell. So that's got to stop. Come August, I'm jogging in Central Park without a t-shirt. No questions, no excuses--because this is just bullshi#. I'm about to be 45 damn years old. I don't have time to waste with this.