in the past month, i have lost fifteen pounds. i am secretly doing jazz hands and some sort of kick leg routine over this fact. granted, i have not done it in the healthiest way: i call it the get-broken-up-with-and-then-not-care-about-food-anymore diet. i kind of subsist on starbucks and dinner at this point, and i promise that once i lose about eight more pounds i will start eating something for lunch. but for now i am pretty pleased. i promise not to become a bobble head a la nicole richie. also the cold has almost been vanquished – colds always leave me amazed at one small nose’s ability to produce inordinate amounts of snot. but that’s about all that’s left of this thing besides a sometimes cough and a lot of tiredness, so i’m about to kick its butt. judo chop on you, stupid cold.
Jazz Hands on the Inside