The Annual April Food Festival, otherwise known as my birthday, did bad things to my baby pouch (stomach) and hiney (ass).
So, this week I am going to pretend I have a tiny eating disorder. Tuna and salad only. Oh, and red wine of course.
I am hosting not one, but two baby showers in Dallas this weekend, both dresses are size 4. Size 4 is not feeling good right now, so it is drastic measures people.
If I am a bit grumpy the rest of the week, it isn't y'all, I will probably be hungry.