So. Very. Fat.

Pretty much sums up how I'm feeling today.

Went to the pool w/the dudes, so that sorta ruined my not-doing-too-bad-lookin'-kinda-fly mojo that I've been on lately.

You know, the one that allowed me to give up my I'm an ex-chubby-chick-trying-to-lose-weight-blog for like a week.

Although, I must say that going to the pool also reminded me that I could be doing soooo much worse... there were some chicks there that were, let's say, well fed and not afraid to flaunt it.

Nevertheless, I'm officially back to hating my thighs and my waist line and my back (oh, the bloody back).

And, I guess the only way to get myself back in gear is to talk about it constantly, obsess over it until I can no longer stand the sound of my voice, and blog about it religiously for all the world to see.

By far, the worst part of my day has been the repeated stuffing of my face with the most delicious Crisco packed chocolate chip cookies you ever did see.

I'm so hating myself right now for overindulging in these fat laden goodies that I would seriously shoot myself right now.

If I didn't want to have another. I would do it. I really would!