It is true. I am still alive. It was been quite the trip so far… well not really. It has been a time of just relaxing and seeing old friends. However, it has been really weird not blogging and having this support system. Other than that, not having internet and not being plugged in has actually been kind of nice. Dare I say liberating. Right now I’m chilling at a Starbucks, deleting an ungodly amount of spam and wincing at the amount of articles to read in my google reader. Anyways, we have been good about counting points and keeping them in a journal to stay on track. So far, my body has only gotten mad at me once. I was stupid and tried to eat two of my favorite greasy breakfast burritos from my favorite hole in the wall joint and my body got a little pissed. Other than that, I have tried to be smart about what’s on my plate. Luckily, my mom has made sugar and fat free pies to counteract the buttermilk pie and the bourbon chocolate chip pecan pie. We are suppose to eat pulled pork sandwiches and brisket at some point this week so I’ll be eating a lot of light lunches from here on in. It’s annoying because my parents (who have been really supportive) ask if it’s okay to have certain things like brisket and at the time I’m like “Oh yeah sure!” then when the meal rolls around I’m like “crap, this was a bad idea.” Either way, I figure if I keep the portion controls down, keep exercising (which I have been every morning (I have fallen in love with the elliptical)) and to limit the sides with sauces (like my mom’s broccoli, cheese and stuffing casserole) I’ll make it out of this sucker alive. I know that I control everything that goes in to my body, but it’s been hard not to fall in to old habits. Then I look in the mirror or look at old photos around the house, and realize that this is all worth it. See ya when I see ya.