Well. It seems that I'm not Superwoman. And that's not because I don't have a red cape with matching tights. I can't do it all. And thus, am very far behind on many things, the least of which my poor daughter had to wear dirty jeans to her field trip.
NaNoWriMo: So far behind on my writing that I'm contemplating bagging the whole thing. Or, maybe I'll just aim for 40K words and be happy that I didn't lose my mind.
South Beach Diet: We ended our two weeks of Phase One. Both my Hubs and I made it through, unscathed, with a combined weight loss of 25 pounds. 12 of those were mine. Not too shabby for just 2 weeks of paying attention to what I stuck in my mouth and avoiding carbs like they were covered in rat poison.
Now we're on to Phase Two. Which is the really long portion of this whole shebang. It's where we begin to reintroduce starches and carbs and fruit and yummy stuff back into our diet. And I'm trying to not panic as I roam the aisles at the grocery store, planning each meal so we don't puff up like puffer fish because I fed us the wrong kind of rice.
I shall not be talking much about SBD anymore (much to my and your relief, I'm sure) because I'm kind of sick to death of talking about it.
Harry Potter: Heading to my local theater this Friday morn to watch this epic movie that I'm quite sure is the best thing ever. And then I'm eating a piece of cake. Shut up. Yes I am.
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