Progress Report

Since it's been about a month since I was on (read: had my breakdown on) the morning show here, I figured all six of you (seriously) would like to know the status of my whole dad-offering-me-$1000-to-lose-weight ordeal.



Well, later that week, we had a celebration party for the ratings. At this party, to bury my problems, I proceeded to drink. Heavily. Beyond the point of intoxication, much to my chagrin. Most of the evening is a blur, but I'm pretty sure I had a LOT of fun. I know there were some HR-worthy comments made, followed by next day apologies. But that's not the point of today's blog, I digress.



After my drinking binge, as I worshipped the porcelain God, I decided to start my diet. I figured since I couldn't keep anything down anyway, it was a good way to start with a clean slate, so to speak. So I started the Blood Type Diet and it is KILLING me.



But, it's working. I've lost a good bit of body fat and I just know the pounds are going to melt away. Now that I don't smell like pot roast, it's much more bearable. I've probably lost about 10 pounds and am excited to keep it going. I know I'm not going to make my dad's deadline and may not get the $1000, which makes me sad, but my healthier lifestyle is more reward than anything.

Okay, enough lies. I am really excited about losing this weight but I REALLY wanted that $1000!! I wanted to go to London so bad I would randomly hear Big Ben ring and smell the Thames. But it really is all right, I'm gonna be hot, I've just gotta do it one pound at a time.

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