go run, run, run.

WHY ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH WOULD A COMPANY MAKE A 680 CALORIE DRINK ONLY COST $2.59?! It's like McDonald's has some sort of arrangement with the healthcare industry. BLASPHEMY.

Even a small is a whopping 540 calories. I'd have to ask for no whipped cream (seriously, McCafé, wtf is with the gratuitous use of whipped cream?!) and throw half of it out and exercise strenuously for a solid half hour to even justify THINKING of having one of these monstrosities.

But it's only around for a limited time, and if we're being honest with ourselves, then you know that the return of the Shamrock Shake is kind of a big deal. BIG EFFING DEAL. I would not feel right about myself if I didn't have one this year.



I like how my legs look. And my ass, and my hips, and my stomach, and just about everything about myself these days. It's absolutely intoxicating.

I broke my own rule and now I'm consumed with calorie counts. I took a day off from the gym (it was WELL DESERVED since I had gone five days straight and my body is tired) and had lunch with boyfriend. I'm estimating my lunch to have been around 1000 calories and it's not sitting well with my decision to skip the gym. Also, I'm uncomfortably full.

Scale read 251.0 this morning. Actually, at first it said 253.5 and I almost punched a hole in the wall. But I was standing on it funny the first time and I ALWAYS weigh myself twice for verification so when it stepped on the scale the second time and got a reading of 251.0, I was relieved. It said 251.0 the third, fourth, and fifth times too, just for good measure. This means *drumroll* I'm a little over a pound from saying au revoir to the 250s and UN GROS BONJOUR to the lower end of the 200s.

249.5 > 250.0

I know that's bad math logic, buttttt it makes perfect life-sense.

Goal for Monday morning: 249.5. I've never felt more capable than I do now.