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23.5 pounds. More Mrs. Dash. More cabbage. More water. The feeling of bad-assery is at an all-time high. On Sunday, I get to eat cheese and peanut butter and GO TO HOT YOGA. Also. CHEESE. I can't believe I did it. In fact, I don't. I believe some other person came and lived in my body and made unrealistic goals for the real...
It would appear that when I have a bad day, I revert to my 15 year old self. Nothing seems to make things better like high school music and reruns of Will and Grace can. (Yes. I was watching "grown-up" shows by the time I lost my first set of molars.) Like fate, Pandora reminded me of this gem and it's days like...
18 pounds down. 1 REALLY BIG cheat. But just one, and I'm ok with it. Enough water to burn a considerable amount just walking back and forth to the bathroom. Lots of Mrs. Dash. and So. Much. Cabbage. 10 days to go and hoping for (at least) 10 more pounds. ...
Just the other day I was complaining that I needed to go aaaalll the way to the Toyota dealership to get my maintenance check done. As expected, Junior is in perfectly good health. And then, Donnie and Junior kind of...met. Leaving the mall yesterday, I was harshly reminded of what driving around town used to be like: How I used to head-butt when...
