Countdown to the Carribean

There are goals to this metamorphosis. So what are they?

1. To get healthy. Don't we all say this? I used to be. I actually prefer raw foods to dead ones. This should be easy right?
2. I want to look better naked. Not that anyone beside me cares.
3. I want to take better pictures. How shallow of me? Who cares. The thing is. I take really great pictures of myself. Then I get tagged on Facebook & I'm like "Who the hell is that?" Looks like I swallowed myself.
4. I want to set a better example for my teenage daughter. I just sent her upstairs to avoid eating late. She'll thank me later. She'll thank me tomorrow after her swim party.
5. I want to be more active. I think I wouldn't suck at volleyball or zumba or tennis.
6. I want to rid myself of my hair's fear of sweat. She no likey. I stand up for her.
7. I have jeans that are wasted away. That's gotta be bad for the environment right.
8. I want to accept my old friends request to catch up over dinner without them wondering what happened to me.
9. I want to be too pretty to be pretty. My mom says I'm too pretty to be phat.
10. I want to live longer in my old age.

But above all. I want to do a strip tease for my hubby and when I back it up and make it clap I need not for my tummy to roll. We're planning our 5th year anniversary on the islands and we want to renew our vows. Just us...on the beach...before God, the ocean, & the sand.

When we married I was two weeks from giving birth to our son. He married me at my heaviest ever! Those pictures will never be framed.

Although he's gained happy married weight too it looks good on him. And when he has to buy a bigger belt or larger slacks it's almost cute & endearing. Me not so much.