In thin news, I've lost 7 lbs since the first time I weighed myself, which was about 4 weeks ago, so yay! I think it might have something to do with my weird food schedule (read: no time to eat) because of work, but hey - I'll take it where I can get it. I promise I am being healthy, I just am eating way less than normal, which is something I needed to work on anyway - it's called portion control, and I was not a fan. I'm all about it now, though, and I'm eating slower and actually snacking during the day, so I never really feel hungry.
7 pounds. Fuck yes.
Aaaaaand in not-so-thin news, it's the first night of football and Saul (his name is Saul!) and I are eating pizza and drinking beer watching the Saints wreck on the Vikings.
Pizza and beer...yum.
It's light beer. And veggie pizza. Hey - LAY OFF I'M STARVING!
And don't lose your mind and call me a band-wagon fan; the Saints are not my dudes. I will always and forever, no matter how far I get from my old stompin' grounds, be a Raiders fan. I loved them when we were both in LA, so THERE. Thing is, I am so over Brett Favre, it's ridiculous, so I am just always FOR the team he's AGAINST. I get that he's done what no player has ever done, but gawd, if I have to watch one more "will he? won't he?" press conference, I will shoot myself in the face.
Also, if whoever is announcing this game pronounces it "New Or-lee-anns" one more time, my ears might start bleeding.
Possible eating disorder and shootings - that's a hell of a blog post, right there!