right now sugar is totally like that guy that you really liked for a while and then you heard him say something really boring or stupid at a party and now when you see him out on the street you don't even look twice and think, "i'm embarrassed i told my friends i thought you were funny."
i can say that much for the south beach diet, it took my love for sugar and pummeled it into submission. despite an unfortunate run-in with jell-o shooters this weekend, i've been dessert free (for the most part).
alcohol never left, which is sort of too bad. (wait, what am i saying? too bad for who? it's been great for me so far!)
i think i look less pregnant, so i'm fairly happy with the results. i need to get one of your fancy digital scales, lachie. right now i'm sort of relying on the amount of whistles on the street to tell me if i look better. it's not a very scientific method. especially not on the days where i wear my gold hot pants.
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