Looking for the darn remote control all morning. Swear they have legs. Have no idea why then end up in the bathroom, outside or even in a dresser drawer. Frantic by now. Pull up the sofa cushion and nope no remote control, but lots of stains. Looks like puppy been peeing on the sofa. Furious at my discovery. Starts cleaning the stains and they won't come out. Strolls into the bedroom only to find a nice surprise. Puppy pooed. Can't believe it. Feelings are surfacing fast.

Have no idea why I even looked in the mirror. Who is that staring back in the mirror. OMG this can't be me. What have I done to myself? Hair is a mess. No waistline. What? No waistline! Horrible, nasty cellulite. Even a warm shower did not removed all that plagued me. Scrubbing body frantically and crying accomplished nothing! The reflection in the mirror is mocking me. What have I done!

A rude awakening, indeed!