Cold Turkey

I swear, I want to stab myself in the face.

Day one of Operation: Cold Turkey.

My head is all akgjalkfja;dsa and I’m lagging on the afternoon energy level. And I have an alumni event to make an appearance at. I feel twitchy.

Seriously, my motivation is just…effed up man. I want to fit into my boots more than anything. So I’m hoping that weight loss from an increased gym presence (working on it shut up) and a cold turkey drop off Dr.P should help me out.

Of course knowing my luck, I’ll lose weight in my boobs and not in my damned calves as I’m hoping.

A friend of mine IM’ed me and told me she dropped 6 lbs the first week she quit the coca cola. (i realized how sketchy it was just saying “yeah my friend lost weight when she quit coke!…quit = stop drinking) And 20 lbs overall. HOW FLIPPIN’ AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?!?!?!

I mean y’all see on my side bar “lose 20 lbs?” I was hoping by April. Still hoping. Crossing fingers.

This might be my trick.

Woot!!! Go me!

day 1….almost complete. I need more water. And maybe some chocolate. Or something…what is it with this oral fixation? gah!
I’m going to go bang my head against a wall now…*sigh*