The one in which I endeavor to get a(nother) tattoo...

So, my original idea for my 30th birthday present to myself (other than having lost close to 150 pounds--which is an amazing present to me every single day) was to get another tattoo. I've wanted this tattoo since I got my first one when I was a young lass of 19, but I never got it. Why? Because I wanted the tattoo on my lower back, but I didn't want to get a tattoo on a fat-rolly back, so I kept waiting until I lost weight.

Although I'm not all the way to goal, I thought my 30th birthday was the perfect time to commemorate my weight loss and reward myself in a very permanent way. So, a few weeks before I turned 30, I went to the tattoo parlor and commissioned one of the tattooists there to create my tattoo.

I even made an appointment to get it done and everything. As you know from my photos below, I ended up spending my birthday in Antigua (btw, it's pronounced Ann-tee-GAH, not Ann-tee-GWAH). But that isn't the reason I didn't get this tattoo....

The real reason? Because my back still isn't ready for permanent artwork to be laid on it. Why, you ask? Dun-dun-dun...Wait for the NEXT post! (ha! I'm back and I'm already creating suspense!)