Your love is my drug.

I saw my 17 year old stepson today for the first time in about three weeks. The first thing he said was, "You've lost a bunch of weight!!!" "So you can tell?", I asked. "Yeah!", he responded laughing a huge grin on his face. I figure if a teenage boy compliments his stepmother, it must mean I'm doing well.
This new attitude seems to be working. I don't have the struggle like I have before. I pretty much eat what I want (with the exception of trigger foods like cookies) and I was down another pound today.
On a lighter note (pun intended) let's talk about Ke$ha. WTF? Let's just ignore the fact that they have to autotune her SPEAKING voice. She looks like someone took a meth head out of a whorehouse alleyway and threw a handful of glitter and dirt in her face. I may be going to way too easy on her. This is Madonna's legacy. She was the first that lowered the bar on talent and substance. So if you take that recipe, put on the back burner and let it simmer for 20 or so years - you get Ke$ha.
Bravo.
Also, my husband and I watched the remake of Last House on the Left. Once you get past the incredibly brutal and sickening rape scene, its actually quite enjoyable. I love it when parents get to be heroes.
So that is all for now. Sorry for going off subject. But that's the way the cookie crumbles (pun intended).
And remember - you can't not eat.