Happy Anniversary!

I have officially endured an entire month of Catz, not to mention what I like to affectionately refer to as the "diet from hell." Yay me.

To reward myself, I sort of accidentally treated myself to a new pair of jeans. Accidentally, of course.

Allow me to introduce you to William. Rast, that is.

I LOVE William Rast jeans. And I do not use that word liberally. They are quickly replacing Hudsons as the love of my life.

I am so happy that I only have 24 days to go! March 5th can not come soon enough. Pretty much all of our current conversations revolve around what we are going to eat that night after weigh in. (I'm sure Coach Kai would love to hear that.)

Some options?

The chicken carver sandwich at Boston Market. I NEED this sandwich. Stat. Again, I can't even remember the last time I had one but I think about it day and night.



Ice cream cupcakes from Coldstone. I would love to meet the genius who thought of this. I would give them my first born. (That actually might be why I don't have a first born, come to think of it.)

But do you know what I would just about chew off my own arm for?

All I want in life is some movie theater popcorn and m&m's. Movies just aren't fun without them.

I just realized this blog post is "food rage" defined. I might be losing my mind.