...for tomorrow, I diet. And I'm intimidated. I know the methods by which I've decided to accomplish my 30 day goal sound harsh, but it's the only thing that will work for me. I'm fully expecting to be miserable for the first few (or several) days. My family will probably be even more so. :)
But I'm on a deadline, here. And if the doc had said to come back in three months instead of one, I really don't think I would take the matter as seriously, being as I *really* like to procrastinate.
I think that the hubby and I may try to get out for a night alone tonight, babysitter permitting. If we do, I shall party like it's 1999...er, well, you know what I mean.
For tomorrow, I diet.
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