fueled by bacon

if i'm going to start this up again, there's no better way to get me going than wonderful, magical bacon. and, a month or so ago, i found out that my microwave has a bacon setting. what's better than that?

but, alas, no bacon for me. for the time being anyway. even though, last month, i discovered bacon donuts (!) with a maple glaze at girls' brunch. if i tell you i haven't thought of them everyday since, i would be lying.

that's because my post-pregnancy ass is trying to lose the "Jenny Twenty", which, apparently, they don't call it anymore over at Jenny Craig, where i have signed up to diet hardcore. and the whole disappearance of the Jenny Twenty ad campaign? totally ok with me. because i have to lose more like the Jenny Forty. not as rhyme-y, but way more accurate.

here's the sad part-- it's *not* baby weight. see, i lost the baby weight (all 25 pounds of it) within a few months of the baby bear's arrival. butt but prior to getting knocked up, yours truly gained a ton of post-knee surgery weight. awesome! the Jenny food is great but there's so very little of it. to keep myself from eating, i'll just share with the world (or any of my remaining readers) my consumerist thoughts on all i have procured (and all i've considered heavily and passed on) in my latest endeavor of spoiling my child ridiculously and ensuring i will need to move to a larger apartment in no time at all. i mean, why would you *not* want to follow in my footsteps?

so, yeah, other than a diary of how i (don't) eat and how i shop, not really sure where this blog will take me, but i'm giving it a rebirth.

Comments

[Tara]

Nice surprise to see you pop up in my reader -- welcome back! Can't wait to hear how all is going with you and the little one.

[Frank]

Oh my god, you BLOGGED!!!!! I wish I would start again. I am taking Italian, so I spend all my could be writing time writing flash cards! Rock on! x0

[Em]

Yeah, you'd think the baby would get in the way of spare time (and the wasting thereof) but, surprisingly, he's cool with it. (in that he takes naps, thus, I can do things!)