Zit me baby one more time!

My 10-year high school reunion--the one I've playfully dreaded for at least 11 years--nears at T-minus three days, seven hours, 54 minutes. Not only do I have three bloody, bandaged "bullet holes" in my right knee thanks to the arthroscopy, my face graciously developed two unsightly zits. One of them planted itself on the left side of my nose near the corner of my left eye. No one will notice that literal eyesore. Ugh.

But wait! Who the hell cares?

As of this week, I finally dropped about 15 of the 20+ pounds of the post-wedding figure neglect/Chicago-era depression weight. NOT for the reunion. For me. I burned that fat gone after several failed attempts in years past and despite the whole leg/knee injury putting my new exercise routine on sabatical. I now embrace healthy eating like a red hot lover.

I feel amazing. Zits be damned. I purchased some fabulous Origins concealer earlier this summer; problem solved. Nothing can fake the glow feeling good eminates!