Update...

Okay, so. About my diet. Things went really well for the first week! I didn't work out 6 days, as I had intended. I got in 3 days of jumping around and looking like an idiot in the comfort of my own home; which, I might add, was more than I had worked out in the months upon months prior that had been stacking up like Jenga pieces. I lost 3 pounds that week.  Not bad. Better than nothing. I must confess though, it all came crashing down in week 2 when I not only got sick with a cold/fever, but also was graced with my monthly visit from Aunt Flow; that no good, rotten, son of a....yeah, you get where this is going.  I failed miserably.  Not only did I not work out, but I ate rather poorly to boot.  All I could think about was FOOD. I was Pinteresting every night before bed and salivating over all the delicious treats that only my eyes could feast upon.  My mouth was decidedly jealous.  It became this weird nightly ritual. And then my brain said screw it and let my mouth eat a giant cheeseburger.  It was happy. But my heart was pissed.  You can't win them all.  So here I still sit, all (approximately) 125 pounds of me.  Now that I'm back in school, it will be a bit harder for me to get motivated to work out, but at the very least I've been trying to keep my diet on track. I find that if I just stay away from carbs and sugar, not only do I feel better, but I lose pounds, albeit slowly.  The diet I was supposed to be following had me basically eating baby food every other week. I'm sorry, I just can't do it.  I'm not a baby. I'm a 33 year old woman, damn it (even if I may not always act the latter)!! Since I've only lost 3-4 pounds so far I won't be posting a picture, as I said I would. I look exactly the same as I looked a couple weeks ago.  So instead! Here's a pic of a recent craftastic project I've been working on; I will post a tutorial once I find it can be successfully completed. I've found out that I LOVE to dye things.  OMG! Dying fabrics pink is so much fun! Okay, I may be 33...but sometimes my heart remembers what it was like to be 12. Oh 12, when I was as skinny as a rail and was a natural blonde.  AND could eat nine cheeseburgers and not gain a pound.  But...I couldn't drink wine. Priorities. 

The Pink Doily Project