The eating. It has to stop.
My Zumba certification class is Saturday (Saturday!!!) and in some seemingly backwards anticipation of it all, I've been eating nonstop for two or three days. The other day? I had FOUR ice cream cones. Seriously. I had one before work, one at break, and TWO on the way home.
I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but it is stopping NOW.
So help me, if I have to start wearing my old fat clothes. I'm kicking my own butt.