Fail of epic proportions.

Notice the date? Yes. June. June 11th, to be precise. And the last post I made was, well. A while ago. A long, long while ago. So, first fail: updating regularly. Second fail: every single resolution I made. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

I'd like to blame this on the Gentleman Dancing Master. I'd like to blame this on senioritis. But, no. I must face the facts, however dire they may be. I am a lazy, lazy person. So lazy that I gained weight over this past semester, rather than lose it. But, there's hope! I'm still alive! And while I may currently be having a "fat" day (caused by a two to three pound gain on the scale), that Rita's I ate to soothe my fat encrusted heart tasted amazing.

I'm not going to say I won't slip up again, but I have a new goal! Lose 10 lbs to a stone before heading on my jolly way across the pond. I will do this. I must do this. I will not have eight servings of gluten free lasagna tonight for dinner. I will not eat ice cream and popcorn every day this week. I want to be sexy for England. 'Cause I'll be there for the first week or so of the Olympics ;)

Also, in a general way, I'd really like to lose about 30lbs before Thanksgiving, so I can re-eat my weight over the Thanksgiving-Christmas-New Years season. Seriously, though. I need to better my career options and one way, while not an easy way, is finding a way to weigh less. Boom.

One way I'm doing this is through My Fitness Pal. I'm not 100% sure I'm doing it correctly, I just put in my exercises and dog walking and the absurd amount of crap I eat every day in hopes that some how it will balance itself out. And I'm kinda failing so far. But fear not! Eventually I will take calorie counting seriously. I just hope it's sooner rather than later.

But that's all for now, dear Blogosphere. I must needs shower before stuffing my face with lasagna.