I just saw Julie and Julia with my daughter. What an inspiring film.
We both left saying “This makes me really want to cook.”
When we got home I heated up some left over pizza and Mayah made some pasta for herself.
hm. Maybe tomorrow.
Look, I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here. Don’t think for a minute that my bod stayed the same while I was away. I have been cramming my 30-something derrier into my pants that don’t fit now for a good month. It kinda doesn’t make any sense. I’ve been sufficiently stressed and sustaining myself on peanut butter filled pretzels and coffee. I should be in tip top shape… oy.
I’m only here for a moment because if Julie could work a full time job and cook 524 rescipes on 365 days I could log on here and tell you I haven’t done jack shit in the war against my flab for two months.
I have looked on the bright side these past couple of months, though. When your pants are tighter your butt actually stays in place better. It has no choice.