I’ve been beating myself up over the past few months about the amount of boxed wine I drink and the 30 – 40 pounds I’ve regained. I spend probably a good solid hour a day internally scolding Gina about her bad choices and how she should make better choices.
and it just hit me …. who said so?
I’m six feet tall … I was too skinny at 160 pounds and 190 pounds does not look awful on me. I don’t get blammo wasted every night and actually am quite content with one beer or jar of wine (Franzia Sunset Blush over ice in a Mason Jar with a straw = uber classy).
So who the hell cares? Evidently I did, but not enough to change it. So I’m just going to let it go.
I’ll try to eat healthier and I’ll try to drink a little less, but if I don’t then the world isn’t going to come to an end. I’ve got better things to worry about.
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