No wonder!

The whole month, aside from that revisit post, all I thought blogged about was FOOD! Uh, can you say matakaw? No wonder I have been blowing up like a goddamn balloon. My clothes are all getting real tight across all the wrong places and that is never a good thing. Tsk. To think I should already be dieting by this time.

I need to slim up by August because that's when he'll be coming home. The last time we saw each other, I was so thin slim that my three-month baby bump was not showing even in fitted shirts and skinny jeans. Imagine that? And now I could barely fit into those jeans. What would he say if he sees me like this?

Okay, so I'm betting a huge all-meat pizza that he'd still love me despite my, ehem, physical excesses. But still. You gotta give your man the best, and that includes the best of you, right? And flabs and love handles are not part of that. I can do better than this current state of my body.

So wish me luck!