Rock Bottom

Oh, how I wish this blog's title was a clever play on words about how rockin' my tushy is, but alas, it is not.

I think I've officially hit rock bottom. 

No, I didn't get the "when are you due?" question from a stranger (which, by the way, is literally my biggest fear).

But I did catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror while I was sitting on the bed. 

OH DEAR GOD!!!! 

I don't know if it was just the most unflattering angle EVER, or if the mirror is one of those trick mirrors that adds an extra 10 (ok 50) pounds, but I did a double take before throwing up a little in my mouth at my own reflection.

This must stop!

I'm the heaviest I've ever been, and yes I've lost just over 10 pounds (P.S., the fact that I was 10 pounds heavier than this is frightening), but I need a massive jump start!

Drinking the water, trying to make smart food choices (I'm pretty sure the seasonal M&Ms that we keep buying don't fit into any kind of a weight loss plan), exercising (yes, I still have big plans for exercise)...I feel like there must be something more to the equation that I'm missing.

Help!!!!