Possibly more terrible than the Britney Spears movie. (Which Nathan and I saw at the Alamo Drafthouse as a Mister Sinus Theater, I might add.)
The crossroads has presented me with the following two options:
Option 1 -- Lose weight.
Option 2 -- Buy new clothes.
While I was tempted to enter into option 2 just last night when I swore I heard the bargain-basement sirens of TJ Maxx calling my name, I soon came to realize that the better of the two is really Option 1.
I just don't relish all the hard work. Gilmore Girls workout continues tomorrow.