i don't know what it is about having a blog, but while i was on hiatus i had a million things to say, and the second i start back up the well runs dry. maybe it's because i can't decide who i'm writing this for anymore.

less than a month until beach week, which means i've already started on my yearly slim-down diet. six pounds in six days so far, not too shabby. six more left to go to get back down to my former july '05 svelt self, and thirteen to go before i hit my all time goal. can i do it by july 1st? pretty sure i can at least drop the first six, we'll see about the next seven after that, though.

this diet i'm on, the 6 week body makeover, is probably the best kept secret of the weight loss world. about four years ago, my friend's mom had lost thirty pounds in six weeks, so after hearing that, i decided to give it a shot. it's incredibly rigorous, mainly due to the fact that you have to eat five times a day and can't have any extra added salt, fat, or sugar. when you're not so well versed in the art of dieting and nutrition, you don't realize how many things that cuts out. let me tell you, it pretty much leaves you with only plain chicken breast, turkey, vegetables, rice, potatoes and water, all of which must be cooked without oil, salt, or sugar. still, while it's grueling, the weight comes off so quickly that it's relatively easy to stay motivated. plus, once i get in the zone, eating all this stuff becomes more of just getting it over with than looking forward to your next meal, so it sort of takes the emphasis off of food, in a weird way.

that being said, i have secretly been looking at recipe websites like they're porn.

on the flip side, G is trying to gain weight for the beach. nature is really a bitch, i tell you. he couldn't give a crap about food, but can eat absolutely anything. i am in love with food but three pringles makes me pork up like a christmas ham. still, i have decided that i will help him bulk up, if for nothing else than to eat vicariously through him. i mixed up a bunch of trail mix for him and wanted nothing more than to hook the ziploc on my face like a feedbag. instead i settled for one honey-roasted peanut, which was divine. every meal he eats i nag, "shouldn't you be having a bigger serving? why don't you put a banana on that cereal? put more butter on that! you know what goes well with that? nutella."

hmm...with all this typing about eating, i almost forgot that it's time to eat again.