Plan

Jesus, I hate being a fat ass.

I got up this morning and I could barely crank out 6 miles. It got to be so bad that I thought, "Well, it's on the inside that counts." Then it took me about 2 seconds to realize I don't have inner beauty either, because I'm a big snobby bitch, and if I lose my looks forever, I'm pretty much done for. So ran, ran, ran I did until I couldn't take it anymore. It amazes me how out of shape I've become.

I have a good formula for losing weight. It works well for me and if I can stick with it, I can lose about 5 pounds per week. They recommend that you don't lose more than 1 pound a week, but whatever, I am impatient and I would never do this if I couldn't see fast results. It goes something like this: run 7 miles a day, every day. Strength training 2X a week. No refined carbs of any kind, no salt, no sugar, no dairy, no alcohol, no dinner(evening calories turn into fat more ergonomically). Unlimited amounts of coffee. This works perfect for me because really, all I need is to lose about 12 pounds. Right now I'm 110 lbs, which is at the uncomfortable end of my weight spectrum. I don't feel good unless I'm under triple digits. I'll get there in about 3 weeks or so.

Yesterday was the Boston Marathon and I knew 2 people who were in it, so I got to go to the after parties and hang out with the marathoners. I was feeling unsexy(due to my fatassitude) so I was a little standoffish and unsociable. That's ok, because most of the people running weren't that cute anyway.

I've also become absolutely obssessed with http://www.fashiontoast.com. It makes me want to start a fashion blog, or at least add some fashion elements to the current one I have. Right now, my outfits consist of big sweatshirts and leggings and boots. So I have nothing, but wait until I deflab myself. I'll be back to making creative outfits with last season's donations from friends and other scavenges from TJ Maxx.

OMFG, I'm hungry. I'm going to go chew on some ice cubes and try to get some work done.