Ugh, it's one of those days.

I hate the beginning part of whenever you start a workout regime. You know, the part where you start and you're all gung-ho for a few weeks and think that by the end of it, you'll have Victoria Secret banging on your door to do a show for them?

What I hate the most is that I feel good (sort of) and I feel like I'm doing something good (sometimes) but then I'll put on my clothes and it just looks all wrong on me -- like the fat on my body is not disappearing, but rather redistributing itself so that I look all warped and mangled.

I just wish I could go to sleep and wake up in 6 months to a body that doesn't make me cringe when I look at it in the mirror.