Drooling Caramel

Ok, it's time to stop grieving and to try to move on in my life. It's been three weeks. Or four. I don't really know anymore. Sitting on my butt all day will definitely NOT help ANYTHING. EVER. Hopefully the rules that I have composed will help push me to be more active and less disgusting. I am gaining weight, my brain is rotting, and I am becoming increasingly depressed. I need to do something about it, because I have the power, and why waste that? Why waste me? So here goes:

*No eating out more than twice a week

*Only $50 a paycheck is allotted to "spending money".

*For every junk food eaten, two healthy servings must be eaten beforehand.

*No sleeping past ten on the days I don't work.

*Only one hour of TV a day.

*After every 45 minutes consecutively spent on the computer I must walk OUTSIDE for at least ten minutes and try to think of something productive to do.

*Go climbing at least twice a week

*Go to the temple at least once a week

So, now everyone knows my new life rules and can support me and help me out. Sweeeet.

It's the end of May, and I am still wearing a sweater outside. Supposedly it will be warming up on Tuesday. Utah.

And gas is $3.85. Middle Easterners.

Today I decided that I wanted to make a milkshake (I'm not starting "The Rules" until next week), so I got off the couch, threw ice cream, milk, and vanilla in the blender. Then I thought, 'what the heck, I'll add more sugar'. I poured the sugar straight from the bag and lost control. EASILY I poured 3/4-1 cup of sugar in the blender. I drank it anyways and it was really intense. I'm not sure I've ever had anything so sugary enter my body. I'm on a sugar high right now.