Why does drunk me hate sober me?

Well, I did it. Or rather drunk me did it. She once again screwed over my sober self. 

How so? Well, she decided to tell the good Captain that she wanted to lose weight before he proposed… so she would look good in the engagement pictures. Thank you. Thank you drunk Lauren for telling him that you are actually that freaking vain. Joy. The last year of convincing him that you aren’t really that into looks just flushed down the drain. 

Ugh. Frankly it is the truth, but he didn’t need to know that. And he sure as hell didn’t need to know the goal for that. I’m talking the *actual* goal. Not the obtainable one that I tell myself and my girlfriends. Not the obtainable goal that I have a snowball’s chance in hell of accomplishing. 

Nope. Bust out the gym shoes ladies, because I told my boyfriend that I wanted to lose 60lbs before he proposed. 

Oh, on a side note he hinted on our one year anniversary that he would start thinking about it in September. So that is like 60lbs in FIVE months. FML. I had better start running marathons, and avoid carbs and booze like the plague. 

Not just because of the calories. God knows what drunk me will do to screw over sober me next!

Bitch will probably admit that I want a boob job...