i have been so freakin' busy this past week. it was a week of celebrating birthdays, lingerie parties (well, one of those) and we had a trunk show at work which cut into my saturday a bit. basically, if i wasn't eating fast food, i was gorging on cocktails and hor d'oeurves. my belly and i were scared of the scale. much to my surprise, though, i lost 0.2 lbs. whoop. and that's a bit of an underwhelmed "whoop." it's more of a "big freakin' deal you lazy fatty" kind of "whoop." yeah yeah, it's a loss, whatever. i need to do a better job of making good choices and quit deciding i have a reason or excuse to sabotage myself.

this week, i started off with a "hey fatty, just keep going on your downward spiral" monday.

i'm done though. had my fill of pizza, cupcakes, candy, dr. pepper, french fries, wine, and burgers. ok, not really. i'll never "get my fill" but i've had enough to last me through this next "quit being a fatty stage, and go stare at that bikini you can't fit on your butt" phase.

i'll do better.