OK, maybe not strong...but I'm still going. I havent had carbs 5 days. 5, long painful days. And considering I threw 2 back to back surprise parties and I have my period....thats fan-fucking-tastic!
Yes, 2 surprise parties on the same weekend! My sisters 21st on Friday, and my mothers 50th on Saturday. Hoooboy! And my only screw up came at the orgasmically delicious special order Cheesecake I got for my sister. Oh man. And in my defense...I was 1/2 drunk. I thought "cheesecake....I can totally eat cheese!" I only had 2 bites before I realised what I was doing. But those 2 bites were so blissful! For those 2 bites nothing was wrong with the world. Everything was right. Oh how I love Cheesecake. But this wasn't just any Cheesecake. This was a Stockbridge's Cheesecake. They made our wedding cake. And our anniversary cake. And they make the best damn cheesecake I have EVER had. EVER! Excuse me while I mop up the key board. ihdesneulgfiy3qw89r72jdais.
There! All better.
So other than the cheesecake incident..I made it through both carb laden parties. Pigs in a blanket? Why sure! Just gimme a second to yank the pig out and throw away the flaky, buttery delicious breading. I made my famous Dill Dip in a pumpernickel bread bowl. I was able to eat the dip, but not the yummy bread bowl. So sad. Chimmiechongas...uh huh, I scraped everything out and threw the rest away or fed it to my husband. The skinny bastard! Hot dogs and hamburgs...yep. No buns though thanks! Go meat!
Have I lost any weight? FUCK NO. I gained 1/2 fuckin pound. I have been SO good. Why haven't I lost any freakin weight? What the shit is THAT?! But I'm not giving up. No sir. Not me. My momma didn't raise no quitter.
I'm feeling a bit discouraged.
And I just got a phone call that sent me WAY past the point of being livid. Bottom line.....Someone has hurt someone I love. And its got me seeing red somethin fierce. I'm finding it hard to control my Irish temper.
I'm fighting the urge to pack my big ass, fluffy robe and all into the car and going to beat his ass with his own shoe.
I'm holding back on the phone call I want so badly to make to him....telling him what an ungrateful, selfish, childish piece of crap loser he is being. And how lucky he is that she loves him or I'd castrate him. In a fucking heartbeat. He doesn't even know how goddamn lucky he is. For fucking serious.
Someone should probably tell him, that I'm not right in the head and its a very stupid move to hurt someone I love. The prick. Grrrrrrrr!
This was supposed to be a fairly light hearted post, and its taken an ugly turn. I should probably stop writing before I say something that will have you all convinced that maybe I really am insane. Certifiable even. I just cant handle selfish, ignorant ASSHATS!
Here are a few of the pics from Friday night. My sisters party.
I'm not really THAT short. I was trying to hide my boobs in her armpit. Worked rather well, I think.
The beautiful blond, is my little sister. Aint she purty?