Sunny With the Chance of Guilt

A summer breeze has finally picked up around here. Thank God. I don't know about you, but the first actually warm day of the year has always brought me a sense of renewal, or cleansing perhaps. It's like the first good shower you take after being away at camp. It's pure therapy. Unfortunately, those kind summer winds have forced me to take a look-see at my post-hibernation body. I need to go back in the cave it seems.
And so my dearest readers (namely the three that I'm aware of), I begin my deep dive into denial and depression that is this wonderful time of the year. It is that lovely time of year that I must face my fat-ass and remove my crumb-covered hand from that jar we call temptation. It is time that I must remove myself from that oh-so comfortable ass-print I have been perfecting these last several wintery months, and drag my rather wiggly edifice out to the garage where my bike has been collecting dust. If my bicycle were alive at this moment, it'd be giving me the finger.
However, I digress. The point I'm getting at, is that I need to find the drive that, at one point in my life, allowed me to get to a reasonable weight. Yes, I am only a mere eight pounds away from my lowest weight. But that eight pounds of lazy flab, ok ten pounds on a bad day, has been taunting me since Thanksgiving; and frankly I've had enough! I'm ready to get back at it! But that would require me to remove myself from my sedetary lifestyle. Shit.
Well, there's no time like right now. So what if I downed a whole gallon of ice cream in less than 24 hours? It's was fat-free and no sugar added! Bonus!!!