I am 5’3″ and had a starting weight of 147. I’m now at 132 and have gone from wearing a size 8 (which were tight) to wearing a size 6 (which are very loose). I have been participating in a collaborative research study on walking for the last 6 months, and as a part of their data collection I get a physical every 3 months. I just had my most recent one and was told that I’ve lost 4% bodyfat since June. Without exercise. I look so good my boyfriend now gets hard just from looking at me and has been actively encouraging me to look at engagement rings. Read the full article
See at the 2:42 mark. How did I get in this video? Also, why does everyone keep referring to these guys as douchebags? I don’t get it?
So I’ve dated my share of crazy guys, but lately I’ve been experiencing a blast from the past that was somewhat unexpected.
My personal Facebook account has been a flurry of activity, partly because I finally gave up on MySpace (even though it’s how Jake and I met and how I fell in love with blogging) and partly because I finally had to relax my privacy restrictions so that a close friend who’s an actor and will be a regular on the soon-to-premier Stargate: Universe could find me (he can’t relax the privacy restrictions on his personal profile for obvious reasons). Read the full article
Got forwarded this by one of my dorky work friends, features anal sex innuendo to sell a product, you people will love this. Very
suggestive, quasi-NSFW, maybe watch with headphones on?
LOLz. Also, When was the last time you took it in the can?
So I was driving home when I heard this new PEARL JAM song:
One word: Bitchin’
It instantly reminded me of getting drunk and rocking out at Lollapalooza back in high school, or the maybe the Vs. days in college and how everything was totally new and cool and I still had only ever been with one chick at the time (who’s now married and has three kids). Listening to this PJ song was like getting back to my roots.
That’s right mf’ers:
When something’s on let me shed a little light on it
When something’s cold let me put a little fire on it
If something’s old I wanna put a bit of shine on it
When something’s gone I wanna fight to get it back again
I went to the bookstore on Sunday and read two books: Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert, and The Five Love Languages, by Gary Chapman.
This post isn’t a book review. I read maybe the first 30 pages of each book and had a couple of thoughts, which I want to share, and if I finish either book I’ll review later. Read the full article