& I’m not going to do it. Phew, glad I got that off of my chest. Yep. Nope. No weigh-in for Tyler. (WHAT WHY TYLER UGH YOU NEVER DO WIW ANYMORE GEEZ GOSH, etc.) I know, I know, I know, I know. I. Know. 

I’m moving my weigh-in to Fridays.

Why, you might ask? Because I tend to, uh … fuck up pretty badly on the weekends (hah) and I would like to be able to get it back in gear & not discourage myself with the numbers on the scale. Right? Right. And even though this might sound like I’m allowing myself to do poorly on the weekends, it’s really not. I just want to be able to make up for lost time, if you will. Just in case. 

SO, come Friday, you will get those pesky little numbers, pinky pinky pinky promise. 

Also, somehow I have miraculously managed to drink all of my Trader Joe’s vitamin juice. In three days. WHAT. Okay, calorie central. Maybe I should just measure it in 8oz cups & keep it in the fridge that way … it might be pretty helpful as far as, y’know … not drinking the entire bottle … !