Here I am. After so many other attempts - and allow me to clarify that my definition of attempts in this case just means I've thought about it before but never actually put effort forth- I've created a blog. I feel like a hipster. I've never been a hipster, I think you have to some iota of "cool" in you and I don't believe I am. It's kind of nice- I wonder if becoming a hipster automatically makes me a douche bag? I'll check on urbandictionary.com and get back to you.
I've recently started a diet.. you ever wonder why the put the word DIE in it? My conclusion is because it makes you want to kill yourself. So I decided I'm just going to name the process of getting unfat, something fun and catchy so I want to stick with it so I can keep saying it. I've had a couple so far and it always proves to be more successful than finding inner motivation and "self strength" so I've opted for this year's "Keep the thunder in the skies and not in my thighs". I think it has great potential. I was doing great for the first three days, I had my shakes and my healthy snacks but someone made a run to Amato's yesterday and I, being the human garbage dispenser, was given the left overs. I looked like a hungry, angry coyote with fresh prey when I got to my desk to find cheese sticks, marinara galore and pizza rolls sitting on my desk... you could hear the salad I was holding shaking in it's boots. I took one bite and had to throw it in the trash, poor water on it and throw gross thigns on it so I wouldn't be tempted to pull a dumpster dive on myself. Success was mine until someone surprised me with a very delicious, very not part of my healthy meal plan, Butterfinger Blizzard. I then surprised myself with how quickly I ate it. I. have. shamed. myself. As a result of said disgustingness, I'm eating air and water for dinner.
Bon Appetit!
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