Here we go...

Here it is. 3:27PM on my first day of my diet and I want the Thin Mints in the freezer. 

They're calling out to me. 

They want me to eat them. 

I can't. 

I have to keep thinking skinny. 

Skinny. 

Skinny. 

I want to be skinny, right?

I want to be able to go to the beach this summer and feel good about my body. 

Right?

Yes. 

By the time I'm 20 (four months and 23 days) I will have a kick butt body and everyone will bow down to me. 

Ok, maybe not bow down to me.

But I'll feel great. 

So here I am, chewing on my Extra gum, trying to forget about the delicious cookies tempting me. 

Sigh...

Work's going to be hard. 

Chips. 

Salsa. 

Nachos. 

NO!

Skinny. 

Skinny.