Shit just got serious.

I was offered (and I accepted, I'm no idiot) the WaterFront Director position for camp this upcoming summer. That means staff week + seven weeks of working in a bathing suit around 11-17 year old boys. The thing with 11-17 year old boys...they will tell it how it is. If they think you're fat, you will know.

And while I still plan on wearing athletic shorts over my suit every day, I don't think that will be enough to cover my shame if I'm called fat by children for almost two months. Just sayin.

Also, I'm poor now. Like, legit poor. Which is why I'm now on the "I can't buy food" diet. I had pork and beans for dinner. //sigh//

Oh well. Mom won't let me give up my gym membership though. We actually fought about that.