I know I'm no Richard Simmons (frankly, glitter spandex scares me), but the only way I will work out is if I'm motivated. Every April my fridge is covered in photos of me when I was 20lbs lighter and sporting a six-pack, not the remnants of a mini keg from New Years. I will go back to reciting the wise words of Miss Piggy, "Never eat more than you can lift", and stop convincing myself that sizes aren't running smaller this season as compared to last. Sigh. A girl can dream, right?
This is my game plan again this year, at least until someone can show me how to make my refrigerator moo whenever I open it.