Today is not a good body-image day. It's one of those days when everything you put on accentuates every lump and jiggle; when you feel bloated and puffy, when you skip exercising and then feel guilty. The mirror is not my friend today, folks.
Tomorrow I'm going to Jim's cousin's wedding. I love my dress, but if tomorrow is like today I'm going to feel like a sausage encased in dark blue cotton. Icky.