Let me start off by saying, I am embarrassed by my lack of consistency when it comes to updating this blog. Embarrassed!! That is literally my biggest problem in LIFE. The reason why I’ve been stuck for like the past 6 years. I’ll be all, “ok, I want to do this”…then I start doing it, don’t see results fast enough, then boom, I’m on to something new. This is why I keep fucking up on my diet! I have soooooooooo much food and food related THINGS that I’ve bought and just tossed to the wayside!! Like that raw detox I was talking about, half those pills are still on my damn bathroom vanity. I bought this big ass thing of seaweed, all these condiments and blah…my freezer is packed with Splendid Spoon. I have juices freezing from a whole ‘nother cleanse…it’s a mess!
Also, I think part of the reason why I haven’t been blogging like I promised is because I’m embarrassed that I keep jumping all over the place. I started writing this to keep myself accountable, but I’ve been skirting around that as well. I need to get it together. One thing I’ve decided on, I’m going to stop being a stubborn dickhead. Years ago my cousin told me to do what I know works. I’ve lost 65lbs before when I let myself go eating and drinking all of the thingsssss right after graduating college. While there are many ways to lose weight, it has become painfully apparent that there are only a few ways for MY ass to lose weight…well at least, something I can stick to. So, I’m rocking out on the South Beach diet at least until I can get some discipline, consistency and some pounds down. As my mom says, “Do what you have to do now so you can do what you WANT to do later.”
The diet struggle aside, I’m making some headway regarding my move to NYC. My credit score is popping, I’m waiting on a promotion that I should be getting at the end of the month AND I’ve applied to a housing lottery. Apparently, if you make less than $200,000 a year, NYC considers you to be a broke ass bitch. They consider a $2700 one bedroom apartment for one person, low income housing. NICE! Imagine thinking you’re poppin’ with your little six figure salary just for NYC’s housing market to call you a bum. Whilst discussing my move with my boss, I low-key told him that I was considering selling drugs especially since I’d hella unsuspecting…