Bad Bod. BAD.

I'm not sure whether it's related to the fact that I'm due for my monthy visit next week (ifyouknowwhatimean), but I've had a rotten body image for the past few days. 

Aside from the occasional crumble-and-snack-on-Birthday-Cake-Oreos-but-ONLY-just-two-I-swear, I've come to understand that the best way of dealing with bad body image issues is not to drown them in a bowl of rainbow sherbet (except I just did, whoops). Rather, I've resolved to do at least one or two workouts.

YouTube is chock full of that stuff, you guys. Legit stuff. Like from TV and everything. I did a standing ab workout and a butt workout. Boy howdy, I'm not sure if my hips will forgive me.

So, y'know, here's hoping that I wake up extremely sore from those endeavors (because yesterday's pilates made my sides hurt like nobody's business), and that I wake up with a slightly hotter bod than I had yesterday.

That's the power of positive thinking. And perhaps the power of Pine-Sol, baby.