It’s been a while since I wrote a post. Not good considering I left you with unfinished business, a cliffhanger, a to-be-continued. I bet you weren’t this disappointed since the psycho redhead on Melrose Place blew up the entire apartment complex with everyone in it. And everyone was in it because beautiful people living in one of the most expensive cities in America don’t need jobs. They hang out at the pool in bikinis and Speedos and do backstabbing things to each other.
Anyhoo, I had to wait weeks before I found out who died. Was it Lips, Bimbo, Boobs, or Hair? (No need to give them names.) Was it Abs, Fox, Cheater, or Skippy? Well, by the time it came back on, I had lost interest. Who are these people and what are they doing on my TV set?
I bet that’s what you are asking right now: Who is this person and what is she doing on my computer screen? Well, I’m here to answer that question. As soon as I read my last post to refresh my memory.
So you want to know how much weight I lost after a week of non-stop grueling exercise with no food or water. With some food and water. My memory is sketchy.
I gained two pounds.
There. I said it. And it’s taking me two weeks to write a new post because I was busy doing nothing and eating a lot so I could lose it again. I think it backfired and now I’m afraid to weigh.
So thank you for waiting with bated breath until I returned from my weight loss regime to inform you of my not-one-good-thing-came-of-my-week-at-torture camp.
Meanwhile, speaking of food, I write about pancakes today over at Fear of Writing. It’s a recipe for how to get superpowers, which we all want. Should you make these pancakes, I’d love to hear how they came out, and if they came to life.
P.S. I once went on the South Beach diet for two weeks and gained on that too. I give up.