I’m not doing good with the whole updating thing. I’m still trucking along, walking and doing weights. I started tracking what I eat again yesterday, only because a friend wanted to to keep her accountable. It can’t hurt, right? I have noticed I am not as snacky now that I know she can see what I am eating. Not that you chickies aren’t good, too, but it’s different. You know what I mean. I went to the farmers market this morning and got a ton of stuff. Makes me want to eat! haha I am reading a book on what happens when your hormones get whacked out, and what makes that happen. Scary, scary stuff. I have always been pretty healthy conscious, but I am way weird now. The hormones they inject into meat? NASTY. You don’t even want to know. I think I am going to go back to school to get a degree in human ecology. So much cooler than accounting.

Happy Thursday, chickies!