Why I Bought A Dress That Doesn't Fit

I decided I should finally do a for real blog for once or else you guys are going to start thinking that I only post youtube videos and amusing photos I find on the internet machine.

And if that's all I'm going to bother doing, why didn't I just get a Tumblr blog to begin with?

So here are some thinky thoughts I've been having about my diet.

In short, it's not going well.

Basically, I can use any event/holiday/emotion as an excuse to eat whatever I want.  And I have... oh how I have.

I just seem to have lost my oomph.  And exercising?  Barf me to death.  I'd rather spend an eternity vacuuming all of Hell.


So in a year I'm going on another BIG vacation, and my goal is to reach my goal weight around the same time.  It's a lot... and it's going to require my oomph to be firing on all fronts.

This is what my oomph should look like.

Instead of looking like this.

So that's why I bought a dress that doesn't fit.

It's not an expensive dress.  I picked an inexpensive dress I know I will like in a year... something that will look awesome on my vacation.

Because I'm hoping that having a tangible, physical object that represents my goal will help me find some of my moxie.

And when I can finally put that dress on, I'm going to take a photo of myself wearing it, giving my best cheesecake smile, and I will post it here.

It's going to be so awesome, you guys.