Emily,
Ok, the saturday day drinking needs to stop. Seriously, this is the 2nd outdoor festival in 2 weeks where the beer was flowing and I didn't keep track at all. I never ended up weighing in last week so I have no idea what these two beer festivals have done to my progress and I'm sure you can imagine how devastated I'll be if I gain this week. But it's my own fault. I am still super dehydrated from the weekend and I'm trying to drink 2 gallons of water today just so that I'm not retaining water at my weigh in. I'm on my 5th tervis tumbler today. Still need to hit probably 2-3 more before I leave, and of course pee right before I weigh in. Do you do tricks like this on your weigh-in day?
How did last Thursday go. Please tell me you went and weighed in. Hopefully you've seen a loss?
I know I've mentioned this to you before but I need to write it out again so that I can keep it in the forefront of my mind. My mini goals:
- Lose 15 total pounds before I visit Sam in Chicago (March 24): Well, we're almost in March and depending on how well I do tonight, this might be a tough goal to pull off. I was down 8 lbs 2 weeks ago but if I'm back up then I'll need to lose more than 8 lbs in about 4 weeks. Something that's attainable but not easy.
- Lose another 10 lbs by my friend's wedding (May 14): I'll have approximately a month and a half from the Chicago trip to pull this off. It'll be tight but so will my dress if I don't make this happen.
- Lose another 5-10 by the fourth of July: I'll have to see just how difficult this will be. Last time I did WW, I completely lost focus and could NOT break the 130 mark. I'm not sure I'll be able to do it this time either, but I'd like to think I can. I'm tired of feeling frumpy and gross in a 2-piece. Especially when I've got 2 roommates who look amazing in bikini's. And by the time July 4th rolls around we'll all be showing some skin so I'd rather not feel flabby next to my friends. Part of this has to do with toning up. And part of it just has to do w/ eating better.
So...those are my mini goals. I think they're attainable and definitely something I'm going to work my ass of for over the next 3-4 months.
Have you set mini-goals for yourself? What are they??
Ok, I've been procrastinating long enough, back to work on this glorious President's Day. Ciao!
~Sarah
Emily,
Well it's come. It's gone. Back to life and reality, right? Valentine's day is over, thankfully, but I was kicked off the wagon this weekend like whoa. So Emily, let's just play in the streets for a little while since we're both off it right now.
First, let's address your letter. On the Michelle Obama note, I saw Just Go With It last night and damn...Jenn Anniston's arms are amazing. And I can't say I've seen the first lady's arms but if they do look like that then seriously...I'm impressed. On the Kardashian note: I've only been exposed to angry birds once and being that I still live in the blackberry world and refuse to get a touch screen, I'm going to just leave that alone. But good for her if she's a 6...or even an 8! I'd love to be that right now. And yes, a lot of black women do get away with being heavier. I know this may sound a little bit racially questionable but I was just thinking about this the other night while watching the Grammy's. Jennifer Hudson - looks like a different person than she did 2 years ago. Like, completely different person. She looks amazing right now (thanks to WW and working out), but I didn't ever think she was unattractive as a larger woman. Seriously, she's always been an attractive woman, even full-figured. She pulls it off. But let's look at Christina Aguilera. When she plumped up it was totally frowned upon. I mean, come on, she had a baby! And she honestly looked sick when she was super thin, but the tabloids ripped her apart when she put on 15 lbs. But ok...enough about superstars, let's get back to why the Wagon is Officially Empty.
So my liver decided it wanted to drown itself on Saturday and to fight back, my stomach required me to eat the most unhealthy things I think I've ever put in my mouth, including Taco Bell. Let the record show that I have not eaten at a Taco Bell in about 15 years. Not even in college, late night. Not even when that skinny bitch showed up on TV and said there was such a thing as a Taco Bell diet. Not even when that little chiuaua used to be on the commercials. And especially not after the recent article about Taco Bell having some random "filler" as opposed to actual meat in their foods. And when I was a kid, I didn't ever eat anything except chips and some plastic-like cheese dip when my brother wanted to go there for dinner.
But this weekend was different. This weekend I decided that I should day-drink at Oysterfest from about 1pm til about midnight and not eat anything after 3:00 in the afternoon. Smart decisions. Always. So when I finally woke up on Sunday morning, to keep from fainting when I got out of bed, I ate the first thing that was put in front of me: a Taco Bell taco that my friend Geoff had just picked up. Did I care that it was 10am? No. Did I even realize what I was eating until I ate the last bite? No. All I cared about was that I was more dehydrated than I think I'd ever been in my life and if I didn't eat and drink something right away, I was sure I was going to die of starvation and dehydration. I had the shakes. I was paler than usual. I was seeing spots. I foresaw myself collapsing to the floor and hitting my head on the bedside table if I didn't get something of substance into my system. And that something just happened to be taco bell.
And unfortuately for me, the poor decisions did not stop there. No, I then ate an everything bagel, followed by salmon, cheese grits, salad, asparagus (yaaayyy veggies!) and then later cheese dip, chips and steak fajitas. I didn't even pretend to track the points. What's the use at that point? I already drank my weekly points away with Red Stripe Light and Jager Bombs the afternoon before. All my efforts from last week went right down the shitter.
And let's be honest, I knew that a rather depressing day was ahead of me so I just buried myself in self-destruction and let the fatness wash over me again yesterday. I figured, "I'm allowed to have a fat day (or 3)". I just have to snap myself back into my good routine tomorrow. So that's what I'm planning to do. I didn't weigh in last night. Instead I sat on my ass at the movies w/ my roommate Christy and polished off a medium popcorn almost completely by myself (with butter). The only thing I DID stay away from yesterday was the candy. But Emily, let's be honest, if someone had given me chocolates, I would have done exactly the same thing. Polished off the box probably in just one sitting. Eaten even the nasty ones with cherry filling or some crap like that. But alas, I don't have my own Nick just yet so I was at least saved from that.
I'm hoping that today will be different. I've got to get my head back in the game and thankfully, blogging about it does actually help my efforts. So I'm back to tracking this week. And hopefully next week I'll be seeing a loss (even if it's small). If I'm going to lose 7 more lbs in a month then I need to actually get it together and try.
No boy band news today except........I got my NKOTBSB tickets in the mail yesterday!!!!! Best. Valentine's. Gift. EVER.
Talk to you soon!
~Sarah
Sarah,
Holler. Well, I have officially fallen off the wagon. Again. And you know what I think the two biggest reasons are? Alcohol and not having groceries in my house (excuse me, glorified shoebox). First I'll address your letter. February does suck. I have Nick, and I still hate stupid Valentine's Day. It doesn't mean anything. Just another excuse to eat "just one more" chocolate out of those tacky red hearts. 30% of those chocolates are disgusting, yet I still manage to shovel each and every one into my mouth (that's what she said), leaving the grossest ones for last. Patheticville. I understand your struggle with cheese. Even Velveeta, which shouldn't really count as cheese because let's be honest, it's closer to a block of salty Play-Doh than it is to real cheese. But I get it. It's delicious. And paired with ground beef and salsa. Come on. It's like a gift from the fat gods. I wouldn't have passed that up either. I will say this. The nice thing about living in San Francisco is that despite having really good Mexican food, cheese dip is not a big thing here. Some places have it, but it's nothing like the kind we get at Taqueria Del Sol or Taxco (RIP). At least that's one less temptation to overcome.
Now I need to address the bitch who called Michelle Obama fat. I'm sorry, but what part about that woman is flabby? Have you seen her arms? They're a lot like Jennifer Aniston's, who arguably, with the exception of maybe Halle Berry, has the best arms in Hollywood. Whoever said that should be kicked in the shins or the nuts, depending on that person's gender. Moving on to Khloe Kardashian. I think the girl deserves a break. Her face is ugly, and no matter how banging her body gets, she can't do anything about her face. I guess she could, but she'd run the risk of pulling a Heidi Montag. It's sad, really. She looks like one of the green pigs from Angry Birds. I believe that she's a size 6. Possibly an 8. Look at a recent picture of her and put your thumb over her face. It changes the way you see her. I could never handle being famous. Remember when that was our ultimate goal in life? Yeah, I don't think I could do it now. Even though some famous women manage to get away with being bigger, and people don't seem to bat an eye. Let's discuss.
Queen Latifah. Adele. Sherri Shepherd. Kathy Bates. Missy Elliot. Mo'Nique. A lot of these women are black. I think society accepts big black women more than big white women. That's not racist. It just seems like the truth of the matter. And let's get one thing straight. Marilyn Monroe would not have worn a size 13 today, and she wouldn't be considered fat. I hate when people act like she's the face of curvy women. False. The woman was a human Barbie Doll, and even now she'd be considered a bombshell. Do you think JFK or Joe DiMaggio would've tapped a fat chick? Absolutely not.
On a side note, I just witnessed a man piss on a car. These are the sights to look forward to when you come visit me. That's the fifth time I've seen someone urinate in public, and I'm told you "get used to it". I might not be here for too much longer though. I've been talking to some other agencies in LA and Chicago, which means long distance with Nick. That I'm not looking forward to. But that's another story for another day. I need to address the reasons I've screwed up my weight loss as of late.
The past two weeks I have been puppy sitting for a co-worker of Nick's. I missed my Weight Watchers meeting twice in a row because of that. I find that when I miss meetings, I am terrible about tracking. It's almost like I think I have a free pass to stuff my face or something. And that's pretty much what I've done. I haven't tracked, and I've eaten like shit. Yesterday Nick and I went to the Haight-Ashbury area and got brunch. Well, brunch turned into ice cream which turned into dinner and beer. Not light beer. Delicious hoppy beer. Don't get me wrong, it was an awesome day, but I just pushed health to the side. This is something I really need to work on. I know the game of starving yourself just so you'll lose weight. Obviously not starving yourself to the point of danger (I am not capable of becoming anorexic). I get that though. The rest of this week I'm going to have to live on fruits and veggies. Otherwise I don't have a chance in hell. I have to go to the meeting this week. I have no excuse. I have no dog to look after. I have no weight loss updates because I haven't weighed myself. For a weight loss blogger, I'm doing a pretty shitty job so far. At least I've been honest though. I need to go grocery shopping because I am really good about what goes into my body when I cook for myself. It's such a ridiculously obvious statement, but I still need to be reminded of that frequently.
Some setbacks I see coming up this week: Valentine's Day and Nick's and my two year anniversary. We celebrate the two together because we're not really sure when we actually started dating. We hooked up for a while before commitment set in. Can you believe I've been dating someone for this long? Who knew it was possible? I'm sure we'll be drinking, and alcohol lowers all inhibitions. Not just the ones that cause you to sleep with ugly people. Alcohol makes me eat things I normally wouldn't. Alcohol makes me eat quantities I normally wouldn't. So, that is something to be uber conscious of this week.
In boy band news, Jonathan Knight from NKOTB recently came out of the closet. I guess all I have to say about that is another one bites the dust. No, it's not a death sentence to be gay. I love the gays. I just feel threatened when male pop stars come out of the closet. Not because I'm weirded out by the lifestyle, but because now there's a 0% chance they will ever want to sleep with me. Remember what I said about the whole propositioning deal? I want them to want to sleep with me even though I can't. If they're gay then my chances go from one in a billion to zip. I don't like those odds. Luckily, my favorites still parade around as hetero. All of BSB (including Kevin, who still needs to sack up and go on tour), Justin Timberlake, Jordan Knight, and Jesse McCartney (post 90s boy bands, I know, but I think he still falls in line with the rest). I guess it's fair though. Growing up, Sam must have had huge crushes on them but never thought there was a chance. Well, now he has a choice of Lance Bass, Ricky Martin, Jonathan, and, although I hate to admit it, probably a lot more. Sam's boyfriend is hot though so he probably doesn't care about any of those guys' sexuality; however, if Nick Carter were to swing his way I'm sure he'd change his tune.
This has been a long post, so I'll end with my depressing motivation of the week: A homeless man called me a fatass after I ignored his plea for money. I went home and cried.
Talk to you soon,
Emily
Emily,
Oh February, how I loathe thee. Despite being the shortest month of the year, you still manage to try and ruin my weight loss efforts with your indulgent foods, spring coming early, and too many opportunities to party.
As I'm sure you can imagine, the superbowl is depressing enough - being around all that food, the cheese dips, the chicken wings, the hamburgers and hot dogs and knowing that you really need to limit yourself on what you eat. Yeah...I definitely struggled with that one on Sunday night. My friend Whit had a party and there was literally an entire crock-pot of velveeta, ground beef and salsa all mixed together with endless tortilla chips to dip into. I couldn't hold back. I HAD to try it. I'm pretty sure I haven't had queso all year (which isn't saying much but still) but it was way too good to pass up. I did stay away from the corn-dip and the brownies but I had to indulge when it came to the chips and the potato skins (which I actually made myself). Of course, I counteracted that by drinking 5 beers but...it happens. But the most depressing thing about the superbowl this year were a few of the comments I heard throughout the evening.
-"Michelle Obama is fat."
- Whoa there. Slow your roll. Michelle Obama is fat? You're probably wondering what that has to do with the Superbowl - well she was there. And the cameras caught her enjoying the game. And it just so happens that she will be at North Point church on Wednesday to speak on behalf of Childhood Obesity so she became a topic of conversation. And when someone said she was fat, I started to feel even fatter than I already am. I mean, no, I probably wouldn't expect to see the First Lady sporting a bikini on the cover of Shape Magazine but that doesn't mean she's fat.
-"Oh yeah, well you know Chloe Kardashian is a size 6."
- Wait, really? Where have I been living, under a stupid rock? Because I would have guessed she's a size 12, maybe 14. Maybe I just haven't seen her in a while but I definitely thought she looked bigger than a 6. If she's a 6, then I should be a 2 or 4...and I'm definitely not, so what does that mean? Am I bigger than Chloe Kardashian??
So I'm sure you can imagine how awesome I felt about myself while watching the game - it's a wonder I didn't just turn up the crock pot and shovel queso into my mouth for the rest of the night. But somehow I managed to just turn to booze instead of food.
With Monday being my weigh-in day, I knew that I was going to have to pretty much hardly eat at all yesterday if I was going to lose. Yeah, I know, it's not the most healthy thing to do - starve yourself the day of the meeting then consume every last thing in your household when you get home. But, I sort of did just that. And I sort of hit my 5% last night. I say sort of because if I had eaten normally throughout the day, I probably would have either stayed the same or gained. But all that means is that this week I gotta be extra good. Sure. That'll be easy. Despite what you might think, being single actually doesn't mean you won't have chocolates to gorge on. In fact, I'd say there are more single people who keep Hershey's in business than married/taken people during this holiday. Because we're all wallowing in self pity and chocolate is one of the only things that can make us feel better. I know that might sound a little bit pathetic but if you've ever spent a valentines day with a great guy and then the following year find yourself single, you usually give yourself that day to feel like shit about yourself and binge on ice cream/chocolates/wine/whatever your fancy. Then you get up on the 15th and go on with your life. So yes, there will be no shortage of Godiva chocolates, cookies, brownies and Reese's in my apartment this weekend.
On top of that, I have 2 parties to go to where I'll be tempted with lots of booze, so losing this week should be a piece of cake, right?
Mmmm. Cake....
~Sarah
Emily,
I did some research this week. According to About.com, the Backstreet Boys made #1 on the Best Boy Bands of All Time. Does this surprise me? Not in the least.
Here's what they had to say about the Backstreet Boys:
The Backstreet Boys were acknowledged leaders, along with Britney Spears, of the sweeping popularity of teen pop in the late '90s. The group came together in 1993 in Orlando, Florida with the assistance of producer Lou Pearlman. The Backstreet Boys achieved tremendous success between 1997 and 2001. After a four-year hiatus, the Backstreet Boys returned with the album Never Gone in 2005. Their next release Unbreakable appeared in 2007.
Damn Right.
New Kids on the Block came in at #2 - fitting, seeing as they're now doing a joint tour with BSB. Why not take the top Boy Bands of all time and tour together? Swoon. 20 and 30-somethings everywhere are dipping into their savings to get a piece of this.
Other honorable mentions:
- NSync came in at #3. I would have guessed as much.
- Take That at #4. Robbie Williams was the lead singer of this band who topped the charts in the UK but I personally don't remember much of what they did way back when.
- Boyz II Men at #5. End of the Road. Yes and Please.
- Monkees at #6. Talk about a throw-back. But you gotta hand it to 'em. These guys paved the way for Pop Boy Bands back in the 60s.
- Jonas Brothers at #7. Now I don't know about this. #7 best boy band of all TIME? I think I've only heard one of their songs on the radio - and no I'm not counting the Disney AM station because, really, who listens to that after they're 9? I'd put Hanson in their spot, personally.
- New Edition at #8. Popular in the late 70s to early 80s. A little before my time but I can respect this.
- Westlife at #9. Never made it huge here in the US. But actually, these guys were on Making the Band Season 4. How great was that show in its prime? Back in the day when MTV still played a few music videos from the hours of 11pm to 5am. ahhh the days.
- Day26 at #10. I have no idea who Day26 is. Research is a must.
Some of you may be wondering, where are the Beatles? The Beatles definitely paved the way before the Monkees, right?
Actually, yes and no. While the Beatles DID have the same type of crazed following and fan base that the Backstreet Boys did in 98/still do today, they are technically considered a "rock" band, not as much a "pop" band. They're on a whole other level. As per Wikipedia: Rooted in skiffle and 1950s rock and roll, the group later worked in many genres ranging from folk rock to psychedelic rock, often incorporating classical and other elements in innovative ways. The nature of their enormous popularity, which first emerged as the "Beatlemania" fad, transformed as their songwriting grew in sophistication. The group came to be perceived as the embodiment of progressive ideals, seeing their influence extend into the social and cultural revolutions of the 1960s. Their music did quite a transformation over the years. Don't believe me? Listen to Please Please Me (1963), then Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club (1967), then listen to Abbey Road (1969).
I Saw her Standing There
Love Me Do
vs
A Day in the Life
Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds
vs
Come Together
I Want You (She's So Heavy)
Not quite the same as what we consider Pop music. Don't get me wrong, though, The Beatles were and always will be one of the best bands of all time. They're just in their own category completely. But I digress.
So there you have it, the Top 10 Boy Bands of All Time. I'm so happy to see BSB at number 1! And yes, I'm fully aware that the one exclamation point is probably one too many for the average person. But I'm ok with that.
Time to head into the treachery and debauchery that IS the weekend. Dream skinny dreams for me. I'll be dreaming of Brian and Nick.
~Sarah
Hello!
So this is my very first post. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to do this, but I am a huge procrastinator and our internet connection sucks so I have been unable to post. The procrastination is largely to blame though. Right now, however, I am puppy sitting while watching Getting Even With Dad starring 90s golden boy, Macaulay Culkin so I have some time to post. I guess I should spill the beans about my past and struggle with weight loss. I think it's pretty standard. I have struggled for a while. I like to eat. I like good food. But I am currently the fattest I have ever been in my life. Well, actually, three weeks ago I was the fattest I've ever been in my entire life. I'm still pretty fat. I even act fat. I wear stretch pants. I mean if that's not rock bottom then I don't know what is. Maybe I need to rephrase that. I wear stretch pants ALL THE TIME. I am 25 years old. I like fashion. I get fashion. I could dress well if I could fit into the stuff in my closet. Instead I choose to wear leggings and workout pants all the time. Sometimes I fear my legs look like black sausage. I'm not black. My stretch pants are.
So what led me to being fat? Hmm. Well, genes play a role I'm sure. My parents aren't overweight, but my mom has been cursed with being bottom heavy. She also has spider veins, which is something I am not looking forward to. Dammit, genes. That didn't really become a problem until she had kids. I don't have kids, so I have no excuse. I am in a serious relationship, so that played a major role in my gaining weight. Still does, actually. And the other reasons? I like to drink, I eat late at night, and (drumroll) I love to eat. So nothing really new except for the fact I've been in grad school for advertising the past two years. My health took a major back seat. What's funny is that prior to grad school I was in Italy for four months working as an au pair, and I lost over fifteen pounds while I was there, and I was the skinniest I had ever been. I ate what I wanted, I drank wine, and I even had real sugar. They don't believe in Splenda over there. I did walk or bike everywhere I went, and I think the fact that I wasn't so weight-focused helped me lose.
Now, however, I need to be weight-focused. And so, for the 456th time, I joined Weight Watchers. I need to fix this mess I've gotten my body into. I know the program works, and I am loving the new PointsPlus program. And it's nice to have Sarah to hold me accountable. I'm really afraid I'm going to slip and call her by her real name.
Oh I almost forgot. The main reason for this blog. Um, yeah. I still like the Backstreet Boys. I bought a backstage pass that set me back $500. I know, I know. It probably wasn't the smartest move financially. I don't care. I get to meet them. I get to take a picture with them. And I refuse to be fat. I might cry when I meet them, and fat chicks look really pathetic when they cry. Maybe that's callous of me to say, but it's true. I want to be smoking hot when I meet them because I want to frame that picture (and possible blow it up to life sized). I want them to want to sleep with me. Maybe even proposition. Of course, I am in a great relationship and will have to turn them down. But I want the opportunity to be there. I think they're pretty much all taken. Nick might be my only option. So, I want Nick to want to sleep with me.
As of today, I have lost 6.8 pounds and haven't gained any back yet. My Weight Watchers week starts on Thursday, and I attend a meeting and my extra weekly points reset. I can't believe we get 49 extra points on the new program. Amazeballs. Last week I was not very good at tracking, so this week might be my first gain (or zero lost) yet. Cross your fingers.
Alright, the puppy is starting to bite my ankles. I don't like that. I must digress. More soon. From here on out, I think Sarah and I are going to be blogging in the form of letter-writing to each other.
Until next time,
Emily
Dear Emily,
So I can't control my cravings for all things sweet. I think this is a vicious cycle. Once you have one thing sweet for the week, you have to have another, and another, and another. Right now I've got a half-eaten pack of Starbursts sitting in front of me. I'm trying to put it away in my drawer at my desk but it's calling out to me.
Let's go back to where this sweet tooth started from. It all began on Wednesday. I had my monthly visitor show up on Wednesday which made me feel completely bloated and uncomfortable all day. But I was slightly comforted that it was my time of the month because maybe that's why I didn't lose any weight last week. Anyway, I couldn't help myself. I came home and all I could think about was how I really wanted a piece of chocolate but that semi-sweet morsels weren't going to cut it. I almost drove out to the nearest gas station to end my cravings but then my roommate remembered she had some chocolate left over from Christmas. So I grabbed a Reisen and a Reese's and I thought that would suffice. It did make me less cranky and it was absolutely delicious. Then my roommate took a phone call and left me in the living room with her bag of candy. I was like a 6 year old who'd never had sugar before! I had 2 more Reese's, 5 more Reisen's and a Kit Kat Bar. Finally I felt really guilty and threw what was left of the bag underneath the sofa. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
Thursday wasn't so bad. I snuck a mini-crunch bar out of one of the offices at work, but that was the worst of the damage for the day.
Thankfully, Friday I didn't have time to think about sweets since I was so busy at work and then had to go straight to downtown Atlanta to work the Hawks game that night. I was tempted there though, by the plate of chocolate chip and fudge brownies and cookies. Thankfully concierge's at the suites are not allowed to eat the guest food and we had LOTS of kids in the suite so the dessert plate was gone before I had a chance to sneak one.
Then we came to Saturday. Well Saturday was where it all turned to crap. I had margaritas at lunch, followed by Yoforia after. We're talking 2 flavors, filling the giant cup they give you, chocolate chips and strawberries (thank God for the strawberries). Now granted, Yoforia is only 25 calories for 1 oz - pretty good huh? But I definitely had more than one ounce. Probably close to 4 or 5 ounces. Or maybe it was 8 oz. I'm not really sure. All I know is it was delicious.
Last night, my roommate and I had a spur of the moment game night with some friends. We got home from our walk around Chastain Park and I jumped in the shower. When I exited the shower, all I could smell were chocolate chip cookies. oh. my. gosh. They were unavoidable. And HUGE. And soooo delicious. These were home-made chocolate chip cookies. So yes, I had 2 of them. I shouldn't have but...what's done is done.
And as for today, I actually went to the vending machine to get a pack of M&Ms but they only have the peanut kind and I'm pretty sure that the nuts would make it fattier than regular chocolate. So I opted for Starbursts because at least they're individually wrapped and I don't have to eat the whole package. But one thing they tell you that's totally not true: "The first bite is just as delicious as the last bite, so limit yourself to one." Right. Except there's four different flavors so I have to have four bites, not just one. So I do. I have 4. And then I decide, well I'm 1/3 of the way through, why not have another 2 and make it 1/2 the package. It's not even the original Starburst pack either! It's the tropical kind. Which is surprisingly better than I remember as a kid. I didn't think I'd like the mango flavor but it was quite tasty. And I never knew the yellow was pina colada as a child. Delicious! And of course, the pink and purple flavors are always good: Strawberry Banana and Royal Berry Punch. Yes and please.
But I totally feel like it's a vicious cycle. Like I can't break the habit once I've had sweets at least once for the week. My craving just keeps coming back. I guess it's a lot like any other addiction. I just wish it didn't have to be this way. Maybe I can pretend to be Catholic or Episcopalian when Ash Wednesday rolls around and give up sweets. I dunno. WW can be hard enough and people always say you shouldn't deprive yourself. But I guess if I'm giving it up for God then it's not the same thing? ::sigh::
So I know tomorrow's your weigh in...how has the last week gone for you? Hopefully it wasn't quite as bad as mine as far as the sweets go. I somehow managed to lose this week so I'm officially out of the 50s and into the 40s which is a nice feeling. Send me an update! I need my accountability partner!
In other news, I've put together a list of all the "where are they now" boy bands that we'll need to research and report on in the coming weeks. So stoked. I think I'm going to start with 5ive. Get ready.
Love,
Sarah
