Happy New Year 2010!

This year really didn't end like I wanted it to. I just thought that 2010 would be different. I thought I'd finally have a New Year's kiss from someone I wasn't related to. I didn't even go my family's New Year's party because I wouldn't have been able to get there until a half hour before midnight. I know it's going to get better over the next few weeks. I just wish things were different right now. Besides, there's always next year.
As far as New Years' resolutions, I think I'm just going to continue to strive toward more positive goals contributing to a brighter future for me, my fiancée, and our hopes and dreams. The world has been struggling more than ever this past year. Ever since Breanna had to go back home, I'd realize that I'd been pretty complacent on letting the world crumble around us. While it doesn't matter if the world falls apart all around us, it does matter that we have a plan to adapt and recollect ourselves. October wasn't a great month for me as I spent almost all of it crying. However, last month, and this month, I've been really making an effort to make the healthy changes I needed and that's made me more positive about the future. I still have a ways to go, but I'm more confident in the direction I'm heading and I know everything's going to be alright. I'll even try to keep anyone who's interested up-to-date in this blog.
I miss you, Breanna. Happy New Year, baby.

Sauce Nazis

McDonald's is really starting to piss me off. Actually, this is something that has been pissing me off for about a decade back when it really became a problem at the turn of the century, but now it's at the point where I'm agitated enough to really bitch about it.
I'm sure many of you have guessed it already. McDonald's will literally give you a packet of ketchup for each individual french fry in a box, but if you ask for Sweet & Sour sauce and you didn't order their McNuggets, you are fucked. What kind of nigger faggot runs your credit card a second time for 23 cents for something they pay less than a penny for? Why am I allowed to get an unlimited amount of ketchup for my french fries but it's outrageous that I'd want to dip them in fucking Sweet & Sour sauce?
This shit really needs to end. I've decided to request a refund anytime they insist on charging me for fucking sauce and I encourage others to do the same. It stops, or I'm done with McDonald's for the rest of my life. As a 29 year old woman, engaged to be married, it's their loss; not mine.

Weight: 152.2 (▲.4) BMI: 22.5 (▲.1)

Seriously, I'm going to throw myself in front of a fucking bus. How the fuck did I gain weight? I'm consuming less calories and I've been taking my dog out on long walks almost everyday, and the days that I don't, I go and run two miles around the track at the park. I'm right back where I was two weeks ago. The thing is, I feel skinnier in the waist and my jeans have been fitting better, so what the fuck happened?
Well, I did weigh myself at a different time, today. I usually weigh myself in the morning. Or maybe I actually managed to build a little muscle. I have no idea. Whatever the reason, I better lose at least a pound by next Sunday or I'm going on a Juicy Juice diet; a box of Juicy Juice for breakfast, another for lunch, and one for dinner.
Maybe it'll be easier when the weather warms up, but I would still like to get under 150 pounds, and soon.

Lime Crime Exposed

This has to be the tackiest garbage ever introduced to the make-up world. I have no problem with entrepreneurial women learning how to press their own make-up and branding their own style, but this is about as pathetic as it gets. It's seriously akin to applying cold, greasy, slimy excrement to your flesh; inherently poisoning your face.
If being a terrible, poorly developed, poorly pressed, poorly packaged and poorly branded product isn't enough, the color selection is absolutely putrid. Oh, and seriously, a fucking unicorn? The best way to describe this shit would be to eat as much dry Lucky Charms as I possibly could and then forcing myself to vomit it back up and, finally, taking a picture of that vomit and tweeting it to my friends. Maybe if I throw up all over a unicorn it'll make it look more appealing.
Lime Crime is a prime example of what happens when a creative cunt buys cheap sweatshop make-up from China and slaps a pretty sticker on it with some fancy pictures on her website of herself taken by her incestuous, brother-husband. In reality, she's a M.U.A. wannabe with a youtube education and a passion for gypping people.
Anyways, perhaps I'm being harsh, but let me explain to you how Lime Crime works. It's no secret in the make-up world you can get just about anything from sweatshops in China and brand it as your own. You can even buy your own pigments and press the make-up yourself and just about every awful, gaudy color is available. You just have to know where to look. Well, Doe Deere, which is obviously not her real name, knows where to look. Oddly enough, Deere also claims to hail from New York but "her" contact information listed under "her" domain registration seems to point toward the other side of the country in California. Of course, that's probably just her hosting provider's information because Lime Crime is nothing more than a little homepage with some third party shopping software and an dime-a-dozen domain name forward. Neat, huh?
So who the fuck is Doe Deere? So far, all I've learned about him or her is that they are a self-proclaimed, fetal alcohol surviving, incestuous Russian immigrant that has insisted they will sue anyone that talks about their terrible make-up and their even more terrible customer service. They even managed to scare poor little Jessica L. with their gestapo nonsense.
In short, the plain fact is, Doe Deere is a complete fraud and their childish, bully tactics about anyone who expresses opinion regarding their creamy, packaged, sewage is getting really old, really quick.
Seriously, if you ever read this, you misguided twat nigger, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up. Nobody gives a fuck about your rebranded, Chinese sweatshop import.

Weight: 151.8 (▼.4) BMI: 22.4 (▼.1)

I'm really starting to fucking hate this. I could have sworn I lost more than that. I'm never going to be under 150 by next Sunday. Now, I know why people fail at dieting. This is some of the most discouraging, fucking nonsense I've ever put up with.
I think some of it has to do with I've been trading off some of my runs for nice long walks with my dog. I've been wanting to actually leash train her and I also just like the idea of her getting more exercise since she's always indoors.
I'm thinking about getting one of those fancy Pet-A-Roo carriers. I could go running along with her and when she gets tired I just pick her up and toss her in. When she gets tired of riding shotgun, I'll let her back out. The only thing I have to really be concerned about is looking like a complete retard with this thing strapped to my fucking tatas with my dog hanging out of the hatch like a lazy, baby kangaroo.

Weight: 152.2 (▼1.8) BMI: 22.5 (▼.2)

Well, I wanted to lose at least 1.5 pounds but I was secretly hoping for 2.2 so I'd be under 152. This is still progress, though, and I really can't complain. Besides, this is only my first week on my first diet ever and I've definitely had a few missteps.
I've also been consciously counting my calories, of course. I'm trying not to be too extreme and consume at least 1300 a day, but I try to keep it under 1500 a day. My maximum is about 1750 which allows me to still retain my "losing weight" status.
It's not much, but it's definitely progress. The only disappointment I really have is that I probably won't be under 150 until Sunday, November 22nd. I was also planning to be kind of a piggy on Thanksgiving, but now I think that might be a really bad idea. God damn it, why didn't I make this a New Year's resolution like a normal fucking person?

Weight: 154.0 BMI: 22.7

I can't believe I managed to gorge myself a couple of extra pounds before the official start date of my diet, but I suppose I fucking deserved it. Anyway, my goal is to lose 15 lbs before the end of the year, treating myself only to Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners where I plan to be a bit of a piggy.
I know I can easily pass as under 140 but that's not the same as being under 140. I used to be a size 4, and now I find myself barely able to squeeze into a 6. Sadly, I find myself having to wear a size 8 to be comfortable in what I'm wearing all day. I haven't worn a swimsuit in forever. I'd like to be able to wear one, again, next summer. Just because I'm turning 30 next year doesn't mean I have to look it.
So, I bought this scale. It was only $24.88 at Amazon and it's currently the top-rated scale at consumersearch.com. I decided to get a nice digital scale that I really can't cheat on. This thing will recalibrate itself to zero at every single weigh-in. Not being a fat ass is serious fucking business.
My official diet start date is today. However, I started shopping healthier and exercising a couple of weeks ago. I'll be weighing myself every Sunday morning and I'll post the results here under the "mydiet" tag. That link can be bookmarked for anyone who's only interested in tracking my fat ass nonsense. I'll also be tweeting regular updates like what I'm eating and such. Of course, my twitter isn't just about dieting it's also about whatever else is going on in my fucked-up head, so keep that in mind if you plan to follow me.
Well, that's it. Today, I'm at 154.0 and I weighed myself completely naked! I bet you all would like a picture of that you skeevy, chubby chasing, perverts! Since I'm 5'9", that puts my body mass index (BMI)at 22.7 according to the Adult BMI calculator at cdc.gov. Sure, I'm still in the "normal" range (18.5—24.9), but there's room for improvement! My objective is to weigh under 140 lbs before 2010 which will put my BMI at 20.5 or lower. I'm being realisitic, right?
Oh, and for the record, I have no desire to weigh less than 135. I'd be very happy maintaining a BMI of 20 to 20.5. If I ever managed to drop under 20, I'd purposely treat myself until I nudged it up. I still want my body to be soft!
That's it and see you next Sunday!