My quest to make my pants fit has taken a dangerous detour, brought down by wine, Thai food, pasta of all varieties, pizza, cookies, and my No. 1 weakness: cheese.
But now that snow isn't blowing my face every day, I at least feel inspired to move more. Including movement that involves hauling my ever-growing ass the mile-long walk to the gym. To motivate myself, I did what any shopaholic would do and bought a sassy shirt while I was in Maryland this weekend.
But now I question whether this was really the best idea I've ever had. Especially when it comes to being in a public setting with my boobs flailing around while I huff and puff on the elliptical machine.