Look at me, I'm all growed up now.
I was just a wee caterpillar, but over the last three months, I wanted so badly to turn into a butterfly.
Only I would have turned into an old, fat, poor butterfly real soon if I didn't watch it. Because in the last three months:
Number One: The Gluttony Family, including our very dear gastro-gnome George, moved into our new home in Alhambra. Being a homeowner is great; not being able to spend as much on food as we did in our renting days is not.
Number Two: I've gained weight.
There, I said it.
Not a ton, maybe somewhere in the vicinity of 5-7 pounds. Enough to make my jeans feel really snug and enough to make me thankful that the babydoll and tunic trend is back in full force.
I am therefore officially on a budget and a diet. I don't really have a set plan; I don't believe in gimmick diets where you're suddenly not allowed to eat any one form of food (Cut all bananas from your diet and lose ten pounds in as little as three weeks!) so I'm relying on the tried and true method of eat less and exercise more, while at the same time treating myself to new restaurants or full-on calorie-packed recipes on the weekend so that I don't shrivel up and die. As things start to settle down and as I have a little more time to dedicate to blogging (with emphasis on the word little--I'm still really busy you know), I'm hoping that you'll follow me on my spending-less-while-eating-healthier path.
If not you can fuck off.
See you soon.
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