Meh.

I'm home from work today. I called in due to the fact that I stayed up until an absurdly late hour last night after consuming too much wine. I'm actually beginning to admit that I have been spending too much time drinking. It's going to stop. Immediately.

I'm laying around the house today in my favorite pair of old sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt. I don't think I have washed my hair since Thursday. (Yum!) I have that awesome leftover red wine headache, an insatiable need for greasy food, and a heavy feeling of guilt and panic from calling into work today. Fantastic.

So! It's time to make a new plan. A new kick-my-own-ass-into-shape plan. Let's call it the KMOA plan. Oh, its on like donkey kong.

I was watching Charmed this morning(the best thing about playing hooky from work is watching TNT) and was admiring Alyssa Milano's ridiculously well-shaped abs and realized that she was probably my age in that episode. I lifted my shirt, grabbed on to my jiggly flesh and thought to myself... "Self? You are a fat piece of shit that drinks too much and doesn't take care of her body."

I get one body in this lifetime. (I feel like Sally Fields in the Boniva commercial.) I'm going to take care of it properly from now on. Watch and see.