Tipping the scales

Here's the sitch, folks: I'm eating too much. I'm avoiding exercise like I'm allergic to it. I have, for lack of better words and for complete admittance to myself, "let myself go."


I'm having nightmarish visions of this woman. Remember her? 

I'll give you one clue: STOP THE INSANITY! 

It is due to the aforementioned reasons and a desire to see my 40th birthday (which is not for MANY years, I vehemently demand) that I must heed this woman's advice.

All insanity shall cease at 0dark30 in the morning when I wake up and have a visit with this man (minus the coffee and donuts, of course).

I'll let you know how it goes.