i'm gonna raid that like the leftover muffins at starbucks

Here's my motivation:

When I lose 10 pounds, I'm buying all knew underwear. Starting with everything in the Victorias Secret Angels collection. There won't be a push up bra, balconet, or garter left untouched.

And I'm going to get a proper fitting, no matter how awkward having a woman I don't know feel me up in a dressing room might be. But I've always wanted someone to measure me and give me my actual proportions, not just the crazy stay-puffed marshmallow man ones I have in my head.

Honestly, nothing screams GET YOUR ASS ON THE TREADMILL like the prospect of staring at myself in unflattering lighting with too tight boy shorts and a sagging lace bra. Ok, someone else looking at me looking at myself in unflattering lighting with too tight boy shorts and a sagging lace bra might be a smidge worse.

Now excuse me while I go dream about expensive lace and bows in inappropriate places.