Since I finished school in March all I've been doing is working. There's been some socializing and lots of wine drinking. But then I got sick of being drunk and fat so I started going to the gym every day. Then I started counting calories. Now I'm boring and obnoxious but losing weight.
Once Skinny Nicole emerges from her resplendent cocoon I'll be able to cut back on the reading of the nutrition labels but until then I'm stuck NOT eating delicious salty snacks and handfuls of processed cheese products and buckets of high fructose corn syrup. Damn it. Though the healthier I get, the less I even want those things. Which is good.
I had half a soy strawberries and cream (no whip, no fun) frappuccino at Starbucks and got super logy and ill from all the sugar. I've officially become everything I've ever hated. But my bras don't give me such pronounced back fat rolls as they used to so I'm sticking with it.
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