138 days until the wedding.
Seriously, why isn't my butt in the gym every second possible?
Do I think that I'll magically drop 25lbs overnight? Will some weight-loss faerie sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night and perform liposuction with her magic little wand?
Highly fucking unlikely.
I just gotta get back to the plan, stick with what I know, and deal with it one day at a time. 138 days to fail or 138 days to succeed. This is all up to me.
I know this isn't a sprint. I know that the wedding isn't the end of this. I am just fortunate to have a very good reason to do this right here, right now.