It all started with a Little Black Dress. What possessed me to buy it, I'll never know. It just looked so...SEXY!!! Trouble is, the highest size this cute little number comes in is a size 14(regular size, not plus). 14??? I havn't seen size 14 since I was dating my husband 20 years ago.
But still the dress wooed me, calling out with her coy little voice, "You can be a size 14 again, really! If you buy me, your life will change. You will attract admirer's from around the world who will marvel at your stunning beauty. Buy me. Bye me now! (I also though I heard a laugh that sounded something like this: BWAHAHAHAHA, but that's just silly, dresses can't laugh.)
Anyway, I bought this little black dress, for a pretty penny I might add and now she hangs in my closet, mocking me, rolling her eyes every time I swing open the door. None of my other clothes are willing to hang around with her (yes, her... it's a woman's dress, after all.) They all migrate over to the dark side of the closet and cower in her mighty presence.
So, here's the deal... I've got to lose weight! I figure that there are 2 things that will motivate me to do that. First of all, I'm not going to let some sexy little black dress intimidate me! I am strong, confident, and most of all, I can't live with myself for spending that kind of coin unless I can wear the damn thing. And that brings me to my 2nd point: I will make better use of a really expensive gym membership/training package than a Curves membership that costs a paltry $35.00 a month. Ahh guilt... the great motivator! So I've signed up for a $250.00 per month gym/personal trainer membership, and I'm fixing to lose 60 pounds!
Will our heroine (that's me) overcome the tyranny of the little black dress? (Heretofore known as LBD.) Can she overcome her midnight cookie cravings? Can she work her ass off (literally)? Stay tuned!
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