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Warning: Random catch-up post ahead.

So, back on the old diet as of last week. Lost 5lbs again, so far. Eating twigs and berries and lean meat blows... I want a cookie.

We had j's birthday party last weekend. My mom and dad, sister, her hubs, and Maximus all came up for the party. Along with J's friends from Sedalia and their little girl. It was pretty fun! I made some awesome baseball cupcakes that probably belong on CakeWrecks if they were professional cupcakes, but since I'm an amateur, they turned out pretty ok. At least you could tell they were baseballs and j thought they were so cool. That's what counts really. Plus, of course, they were yummy. Hey - cupcakes are my thing. What can I say? I never realize just how much I miss my fam until I'm about to see them and I get overly excited like this:

I went to the dentist to fix the chipped tooth. The bad news is, I have to replace the whole entire gosh darn crown. Goodbye $600. . .and that's after insurance. -ouch- BUT, silver lining bright side of the situation is that, I can finally whiten my teeth. Yay no more yellow yucky poo poo teeth!
On that note, teeth whitener goopy gel HURTS like h-e-double-hockey-sticks. Feels like your gums are on fire, they are even *white* when you take the trays out (only for 45 agonizing minutes). And to add to that, 24/7 tooth sensitivity. -sigh- Beauty is pain, people. These teeth better turn out pupil-scorching white...

I'm eating a cookie as we speak. Diet = Fail. Guess I'll be working out extra hard in the gym tonight...Erg. Cookie goooood though. Mmmmmm.... -drool- Its pathetic how much I love cookies and cake. I love cake. LOVE. It.

I probably shouldn't be drinking coffee if I'm trying to whiten my teeth, huh? -sigh- This blows.

Sometimes I just wanna be this, ya know?

Uh, on second thought, maybe working out and eating healthy isn't so bad... I would rather look like this:

I hear the StairMaster calling my name. I'm out to go try that bulimic thing...


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