South Beach Works, Y'All
I have eaten nary a carb for…nine days now.
And almost six (seven?) pounds later, my “sexy/expensive/so tight the zipper was groaning” jeans are…loose. Around the thigh. They are LOOSE. What.
I’m also fucking tired as shit by 9pm every night, feeling guilty for every bit of salad dressing I consume, suffering terrible withdrawal from the lack of alcohol, and every time I see a picture of a bagel I go into a wicked rage, but HEY I’m getting skinny again. And I’m going shopping this weekend with my “economic stimulus” to buy Congratulations on Being Skinny clothes.
Good fuckin deal.