It'll Just Go Straight to Your Hips, Honey.

I weighed myself today. I haven't weighed in like two months. I've been so out of control and so terrified to see the damage I'd done. I was totally expecting to have gained twenty pounds. And I didn't feel like I was exaggerating. I think I look that fat. But it was only five. Five is still a tragedy, but one that I can overcome. I can totally handle five.

My out of control fatty fatterson train of thought went straight from "Thank God it's only five!" to "now it's okay if I lose just one day of fasting." What the hell! I even walked myself into the kitchen to eat something. Thankfully I discovered where my head had gone and walked right back out. I still have just enough time to be a tiny bit thinner when I see my boyfriend. It's already six o'clock. I can make it through the day.

I made my bed, I've worked my list. Been somewhat productive while still shutting myself in the house. I'm house sitting all week so I don't have to see anyone at all or go anywhere. I can avoid every temptation except myself. This is literally my last chance to make anything out of my summer. I absolutely have to fast the rest of my time here. Only three weeks. That's nothhing.

God I can't wait to get out of the South.

I'm so thrilled about all the comments I got on my last post. Seriously gals, y'all totally rock my world. And I've really had a huge surge of new followers, this also really floats my boat.

Savory, we totally need to get planning for our Ana Loft/Commune. I love cabinets for closets! All the money we save on food can go to skinny jeans and shoes. Life will be so wonderful.

Off to go blog reading. I have a bunch to catch up on. Can't wait to see how everyone is doing!