Finally
I have neglected you, my dear faithful readers of my stupidly boring and trite blog. So what have I been up to? If I told you what I was REALLY doing, you'd probably think I've turned into some homemaker or something. Wait! I have. I've been helping Dusty put up Christmas lights in our living room, morphed my spinely plant into a xmas tree, wrapped xmas presents, and burned CDs. Wow, what a massively intense week this has been.
Last night I attended Joel's graduation party. I can't believe that silly boy is graduating and leaving us. I was supposed to do the walk with him next saturday, but alas, that didn't work out. His party was fun because I got to chat with the real "crew" of me, Dusty, Paul, Joel, Jaime, and Shorty while ripping on the drunk little freshmen boys and girls. Of course, there were the high school students to rip on even harder. We scooted out of there by 1 a.m. before I wanted to rip by hair out in big bloody chunks while foaming at the mouth.
Recently I seem to be wearing a sign that announces "Please! Come one come all and hurt Julie's feelings! Come stand in line and make her feel like shit because she enjoys it so much!" Really kids, I may have alot of patience and alot of understanding, but there comes a point where I draw the line. I have gotten my feelings trampled on more times than I'd like to remember. I don't need to deal with this stress when I'm dealing with my own demons and struggling with my fate. So if someone has been mean or rude one too many times, I'm done. I don't feel like getting anymore into this subject. Screw you guys, I'm going to speak of something else.
It is Day 13 of the South Beach Diet. I have 1 more day of Phase 1 and then I enter Phase 2. I simply can't wait until I devour a delicious bowl of high fiber whole grain CEREAL doused in skim milk. I drool at the very thought of it. I'm so frickin sick of eggs every morning for breakfast! The weight loss has been relatively effective and I now weigh what I did in my junior year of freaking high school, a weight in which I never thought I'd see again. I still have about 10 pounds more to lose to reach my doctor's goal weight for me.
I guess it's easy for me to stick to these diets for one simple fact: if I don't I WILL DIE. Pretty good incentive, huh? My other incentive is that I have always wanted to be able to wear a bikini. When I was younger and in shape, I was always too self conscious to wear one. Then I gained weight. Now that I'm back to what I was, I want to actually wear one just to say that I did!!
Boy, I sure sound like an ass. "I want to lose weight so that I can wear a bikini!" Yeah well...buzz off.
I'm bored. TaTa.
Last night I attended Joel's graduation party. I can't believe that silly boy is graduating and leaving us. I was supposed to do the walk with him next saturday, but alas, that didn't work out. His party was fun because I got to chat with the real "crew" of me, Dusty, Paul, Joel, Jaime, and Shorty while ripping on the drunk little freshmen boys and girls. Of course, there were the high school students to rip on even harder. We scooted out of there by 1 a.m. before I wanted to rip by hair out in big bloody chunks while foaming at the mouth.
Recently I seem to be wearing a sign that announces "Please! Come one come all and hurt Julie's feelings! Come stand in line and make her feel like shit because she enjoys it so much!" Really kids, I may have alot of patience and alot of understanding, but there comes a point where I draw the line. I have gotten my feelings trampled on more times than I'd like to remember. I don't need to deal with this stress when I'm dealing with my own demons and struggling with my fate. So if someone has been mean or rude one too many times, I'm done. I don't feel like getting anymore into this subject. Screw you guys, I'm going to speak of something else.
It is Day 13 of the South Beach Diet. I have 1 more day of Phase 1 and then I enter Phase 2. I simply can't wait until I devour a delicious bowl of high fiber whole grain CEREAL doused in skim milk. I drool at the very thought of it. I'm so frickin sick of eggs every morning for breakfast! The weight loss has been relatively effective and I now weigh what I did in my junior year of freaking high school, a weight in which I never thought I'd see again. I still have about 10 pounds more to lose to reach my doctor's goal weight for me.
I guess it's easy for me to stick to these diets for one simple fact: if I don't I WILL DIE. Pretty good incentive, huh? My other incentive is that I have always wanted to be able to wear a bikini. When I was younger and in shape, I was always too self conscious to wear one. Then I gained weight. Now that I'm back to what I was, I want to actually wear one just to say that I did!!
Boy, I sure sound like an ass. "I want to lose weight so that I can wear a bikini!" Yeah well...buzz off.
I'm bored. TaTa.
COMMENTS
So Julie, how many times since last weekend has Dust cheated on the diet? Thats okay. I told you two before that there would be no way that I could that. I mean, look at me right now. Peanuts, pretzels and beer. I guess they all do a body good! :( Good luck in *ahem* (in thunderous announcer voice) PHASE TWO!!!
12:07 AMTechnically, plain roasted peanuts ARE good for you!! :) I think the pretzels and beer counter-acts that though.
1:04 PM