Turns out, deciding to fix your busted self doesn’t mean that your back pain, muffin top, or bad attitude will be gone after the first 9 days.
So, that’s bullshit and I quit.
But now I’m singing THIS GREAT SONG in my head, and feeling like there’s hope. (How it it possibly NOT the first thing that comes up when you Google “muffin top?!” That’s absurd).
Anyway, because Tina Fey and the weird Liz Lemon world she and her people created inspire me to continue finding my own weird voice, I’ll give this whole “Me” thing one more day. And then maybe one more. And perhaps one more after that.