i'll come back swinging.

Oh, my dear Patrick Star, HOW FUCKIN RIGHT YOU ARE.

I would cut a bitch for two scrambled eggs with pepper and ketchup right about meow. All the whining I did about not being able to workout and my fears about my weight hitting yet another plateau must have reached the ears of the weight loss gods because not only am I down in poundage, but I'm also starving.

Like, seriously, I knew this would be hard. But do you seriously have to test my resolve in this manner? Seriously.

I'm going apeshit at work because I WANT EGGS. Shit, I'll take ANY protein. I don't even want carbs, I need a cow. A whole freaking cow. Shit, give it to me alive and hand me a steak knife. I'll MacGyver my way out of this.


My pretend friend, Liz, at One Twenty Five issued a challenge in June of last year -- 5 pounds and/or 5k in one month. Obviously, I'm nine months behind... judge me. But seeing as though tomorrow is conveniently the first day of March (ps where the fuck has this semester gone?) I feel like I should partake in this challenge.

So.... I'll be celebrating le poisson d'avril being (at least) 5 pounds skinnier and having completed 5k on the treadmill. It's official.




PS - the cut a bitch feeling subsided after tearing into an orange and a cup of green tea.