Breaking Up is Hard to Do

As I am writing this, some dude is hopping around on our front lawn crying about his broken heart. I'm not particularly sure what our yard has to do with his emotional heart ache and, frankly, I'm not particularly keen on asking him either. We'll just leave him be and hope that, somehow, our landscaping will provide him solace.

Aside from Romeo moaning and groaning outside our front door, this Saturday has been rather quiet. I had bloodwork done this morning to confirm if I have PCOS then went to The Room for a haircut. I firmly believe that every diet should begin with a haircut. It just makes you feel so much better about yourself and, even if everything else goes wrong, at least you have good hair. After said styling, Kurt and I braved Superstore (busy) and then came home and started cooking. I made a very tasty chicken and wild rice soup as well as two dozen chocolate banana raspberry muffins.

This evening, I wandered over to Janelle's for a visit and watched this amazing documentary, Born into Brothels. I highly recommend watching it although it will completely break your heart. It is surprising to see that such beauty can come out of such suffering. And beauty is really the only word I can come up with to describe how these children see the world through the lens of a camera.

As for the diet, things have been going really well. I'm down another 1.5 pounds from my last post, with my total loss now equaling 8.5 pounds. I'm glad to see that it is slowing down a little bit as a pound a day seems a bit much. I also (hurray!) am proud to announce that, as of tomorrow, I will be getting "Fit to Strip," not that I am going to quit my job to persue a new career in exotic dance. I bought that silly Carmen Electra workout based on stripping. So, yes, tomorrow morning, unshowered and in schleppy sweat pants, I will be wiggling my ass off literally while feeling completely and utterly foolish. Personally, I think the whole thing will be quite a lot of fun.

Ciao bellas!

- Leya