Accountability is not my dieting strength.

Ok fine... neither is motivation, excitement, or actually getting it done. It's sad, really. I had one of those Big Important Dates to lose weight for - a court hearing with my ex regarding child support. They say the best revenge is living well... and looking good. I haven't been living well lately, and haven't looked good in a while. I really wanted to have atleast one duck in a row. No such luck, unless I partake in the Grapefruit Diet or the Lemonade Diet or the Hollywood Starvation Diet for the next month and a half. Healthy? No. Desperate? Of course! My specialty.

Dieting is not going good, but college is. I haven't really mentioned it on here before but I suppose now is a good time because it is the one major positive thing I've accomplished in the past few months. This is my second year attending, and I go half time... finishing core classes so I can apply to a program. I still have this desire to go for Nursing, but the math kills me. I thought Massage Therapy would be good, but have doubts about it because it won't make the money of a Nursing position. Who knows. I still have time to figure it out. I have a few more classes to get out of the way first. Anyways, so I made the Dean's List last semester and was offered the opportunity to apply for a scholarship. I think that is wicked cool, and hope I get the chance to have one. It would help out tremendously.

Totally unrelated - Happy Super Tuesday everyone. I hope Mike Huckabee wins.

Oh, the horror.

Even my toes are overweight.

I felt girly for approximately 15 seconds the other night while cruising on Amazon. I ordered two toe rings. Doesn't sound like much for most people, but it was a big step for me (get it...? Ha. Big step. Toe rings. Yeah... I made a funny)

I have never been girly. I grew up with one older brother and countless male cousins. I was a tomboy. I didn't do fru-fru, pink or "accessories". I tried not to bring too much attention to myself with fancy sparkly whatnots.

Lately, I have discovered the power of well thought accessories. Thus, we have toe rings. Maybe toe ring is too generous of a word? When I put them on my Vienna Sausages just now, they look more like chokers than toe rings.

My poor, chubby sausage toes. Perhaps someday they will forgive me.

Hooray!

I successfully avoided blogging about my total lack of control at the McDonald's drive thru window. What a fucking mess. I brought the kids thru the night before because it was late and I didn't want to cook. I could have skipped dinner, but instead ate a double cheese burger value meal, a McChicken and some small fries. I drank half of a large soda, and even ate 1.5 chicken nuggets that were abandoned by my little wee one.

The next morning, I fell victim to McDonald's AGAIN. Less than 12 hours after my first big plate of regret, I go back to McDonald's (a different one of course... less they recognize me) and ordered the two egg mcmuffins for $3. Damn advertising. I think McDonald's ads should be banned from TV. The food has some sort of illicit drug in it... crack, me thinks... or else all of the world wouldn't be eating so damn much of it. Egg McMuffins don't pack a huge punch on their own... but I suppose TWO might account for something.

I DON'T WANT TO BE FAT ANYMORE. Someone... anyone... give me tips on you avoid fast food. I know it is a conscious choice not to eat it. I am looking for advice from someone who feels my pain and knows what I'm talking about when I say... Mickey D's OBSESSION.