The filth of your own reflection

Last night our neighborhood had an ugly sweater party. Fun times, loads of laughter, food, and alcohol... I mean who doesn't appreciate boozing it up breaking chairs, falling down and busting knobs off the counters. But with all the fun there was a tragic outcome in the aftermath.

My reflection. The nights festivities led to rolls of films being shot, or more accurately memory cards filled up, group pictures, action shots, you name it it was exposed by the neighboratzzi. Now just having this incriminating evidence should be enough to keep any person humble, but we are not a connected community where the time capsule of photos is now store online. Mr. KnowyourplaceBook.com (facebook) has all these great cameos stored and waiting for the rest of our family to come prusing by and approve or be appalled by what they see.

What wasn't anticipated was my reaction. Nears tears, what happened to that skinny guy i knew. I literally look like I ate him... This is not acceptable and I need to change. Last night I said in 2010 I woudl make the cut, but I am thinking it is more realistic for it to happen now! My health is a big issue and putting on 22 pounds since we moved into the neighborhood makes me extremely nervous. Time to change. Time to expose the man that is buried deep within my exoskeleton of fat, and showcase the inner strength of change.

Will it start today, tomorrow or in the next 2 weeks, I cannot say, but it HAS to happen. I cannot be appalled by myself any longer