Keeping up with things: Something I do to prove to myself that I can.

And yet...

So friends that I didn't even know read my blog have been pestering me to update. And I am eternally grateful to them. Because I am a lazy fucker, apparently, when it comes to this kind of stuff. So here's an update!

I know I missed the weigh-in day I've set for myself, but it took me and Izzy 9 years to buy a scale, but since we have and since I've started working out at school, I've lost a whopping 7 lbs! Proud of me.

This whole thing hasn't been without its tribulations, though. For example: I've discovered that I hate most vegetables. I've been in vegetable denial for a while now. Whenever somebody accused me of being too picky, I'd maintain that I like a lot of vegetables, thank you very much, just not this one in particular.

I'm a total liar, hahaha. But as Izzy is the queen of passive-aggressive disapproval, I've been choking down carrots even though I hate them and trying to eat spinach even when I'd rather not, etc. (For the record, I like spinach. But I have to be in the mood for spinach. And this is why I am a Fat Chick).

I've also been drinking exclusively water and my workouts are growing more and more rigorous, which I'm enjoying immensely. It really helps to have somebody to go to the gym with me, even if she is my insufferable roommate.

So uuuh, other than that, no news to report! Next entry will include a progress report and some delightful introspection. GET READY. Are you ready?

I feel GREAT. Babies eeeverywhere!

Some points of interest:

• I'm back at school and utilizing the awesome (free) gym.
  
• My calves feel like they're about to explode out of my legs. It's niiiice.
• It's my birthday! I'm 22-years-old today!
• I like bullet points.

So being back at school is doing absolute wonders for my ludicrous body adventure. The worst thing I've eaten since getting back last Thursday was a single oatmeal cookie. It was delicious. But not delicious enough, HAHA. My dark passenger insists I watch cake challenges on the Food Network and it's absolutely excruciating, yet somehow I am managing to be continuously awesome.

Izzy (that's my roommate) has been a very good Jiminy Cricket. She all but slaps me when I reach for something without reading the nutritional facts and doesn't hesitate to boss me around when it comes to our shared diet. My 20-lbs-by-November goal seems so much more attainable to me now that I can be super hardcore about all this business. Goals are important. Goals are encouraging. I'm going to kick the shit out of my goals.

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