Blech.
Last night I had a fn FEAST for dinner at Spice Cove (review to come later on my new blog), so today I was all “OK, you had your fun. Now nothing but water and laxatives until prom.” That’s reasonable, right? I think so. I want to lose three pounds. If that Amber bitch shows up in the same dress as I do (again) AND looks skinnier than me? I’ll go batshit crazy. I am just ONE stomach flu away from my goal weight.
Confession, I may have just made like 12 teen movie references in a row. I’m not actually going to prom (unless someone asks me? There’s still time and I bet I could dig up something for the occasion), and I think recreational laxative users are icky, to put it mildly.
Anyways, this morning I planned to be in detox, but there was a Stern show cupcake waiting for me, and it was RED VELVET. To turn my nose up at cream cheese frosting is BLASPHEMY, so I ate it.
I wasn’t feeling too fantastic after that choice, but then I came across something that put it all in perspective. This site pretty much sums up the need for quadruple bypasses and whatnot. I enjoy my sweets, but who the eff needs to ingest a deep-fried peanut butter covered brownie wrapped in cookie dough? WHO, I ask you?! And, if I wasn’t a vegetarian before, I’m pretty sure the french fry-encased hot dog on a stick killed any urge I’ve EVER had for gnawing on animal bodies. Anyways, browse at your own risk.
9 months ago