Oh what to blog, what to blog?
I got approved for BlogHer Ads. You may think I’m a sell out for advertising, if you wish, and I am. Because I just want the regular $50 or whatever cheque every month. And most people I’ve spoken to on the matter are doin’ it for the same reason. Oh, plus, we all are worshipping BlogHer cuz of the whole Maria connection and everyone who’s going (which does not include me, but will next year, right, Huckdoll?) there to party meet Dooce black out for the weekend represent.
What was my point? Ads are getting added. My blog is going to look different and totally boring for a bit, until I get the confidence to hand over some cash for someone to design me a beauty template. I will lose. my. shit. trying to design it, myself.
What else is different? Well, I got my hair cut. And after styling it myself and then letting someone else mess it up, I’m pretty down with it. I don’t like it, but it’s good enough and I guess kinda sorta, maybe on a good day might make me look kinda cute. Whatever.
But, hey! Remember like, six weeks ago, when I looked like this?
So, um, yeah, since then…things have changed. I honestly, truly, keep forgetting to eat during the day. And I’ll remember later at night, often after Isobel’s in bed and then will binge on a box of crackers – the entire thing – and have a carb party with my computer. What does this mean? I might look a little on the thin side.
That, my friends, is my newly reattained 23″ waist. I’m at about 100 pounds and I’ve got nothing left to lose, so I need to start kicking my own butt, apparently.
So, please send brownies.
