I'm not afraid of change. I just need some serious motivation.

It's July. Not one of my favorite months. It's hot. Humid. My hair usually looks like shit. I have to wear less clothing, even get into a bathing suit. EEEEK! A frightful sight for many, I know.

So I'm sure you noticed the obnoxious ticker up there. I've decided to take certain matters into my own hands (because, quite frankly, who else would?). I'm on a lose-20-pounds, get-my-fat-ass-in-shape, shrink-the-boobage mission. Sure, mid-summer isn't the best time to get motivated. These things should happen in winter. So when the warm weather arrives, you can unveil a beautifully trim body like it was always there, just hidden under turtlenecks. Well, that didn't happen for me. So, matters are in my hands and I've signed up for a 5K to make sure I don't slip up. Once committed I follow through. At least that's what I'm banking on.

To keep all the gory details out of this fun, always-family-friendly space, I started a new blog called The Thinning Chronicles. I need to be held accountable for my actions. I can't explain why that works for me. It's just does. So check in there every once in while, or not. Things like how much I weigh and pictures of cellulite (ha, just kidding) may cause you to like me less, so if that's the case, I'd advice you to avoid it all costs. I need to be liked.