... *sheepish wave*

Hi everyone. Guess what? I'm back and fatter than ever! Woo! Well, woo isn't right. I have a problem, here, team. New Year's is always the time when people sit down and re-vamp their lives. T and I have been doing a lot of work in a lot of other areas of our lives (namely in the financial region-- I highly suggest having a budget! It makes so much sense!) And we've made a lot of progress just by having small and measurable goals. So that's what I'm looking at. I don't know how much I weigh right now, but I know I want to weigh 5 pounds less.

That's the new theory. 5 pounds less instead of 5 pounds more.

It doesn't seem to be so much to ask?

In a way, I think losing weight is like an addiction. At some point, people just stop believing that you can and will change. In theory, I've been to weight-loss "Rehab," upwards of 5 or 6 times. Like drugs or alcohol, weight can kill you too.

This is where my extremely insensitive picture of Amy Winehouse was going to go.

Case in point.
Here is a picture of me and my bestie (also T) on my 21st birthday:

Here is a picture of us earlier this week:

T is as vibrant and awesome as ever. I look like I miiiiight die of a heart attack, like those guys in the SNL superfan skits (except, really, I don't ever eat bacon or sausage).

The resemblance is terrifying.

So, I know I've betrayed you all. You cheered for me and I failed. But if people can still cheer for the Vikings even though they've never won a superbowl, well, they'll cheer for me too, right?

I hope so. :)