It is O . . . . K! Really.

it's ok ...

+ that hubs and I have been on a "Biggest Loser" challenge for over a month and he's lost 6 pounds and I weigh exactly the same. Down to a tenth of a f**kin pound. Really, it's okay.

+ that I have been eating shit tons of these Veggie Medley sticks. (see previous comment about lack of weight loss)

+ that I have one of these half and half cocktails daily. This means I'm having two soft drinks, but only one of which has caffeine. Progress, people. Progress. At least that counts as some kind of a healthy improvement, right? Right.

+ that I am so damn over summer and beyond ready for fall. I'm SICK of mosquitos and SICK of sweatin. The summertime humidity and funk that we get around here is for Davises who have some sort of body temperature regulation problem and finally think it's "warm and comfy".

+ to wear somethin like this to an NC Stizzle game - including a not red shirt. Anj acts like this is the anti-Christ. But I get sick of wearin the same "college apparel" over and over.

wolfpack tailgate by shuginboots

I will not, however, wear stripper heels or a dress barely long enough to cover my ass cheeks. Where are these hoes' mamas/aunts/grandmas? It is a football game, shugs!

+ that I HATE water, and force myself to drink it and keep track of how much water I've had that day so I can feel guilty that I haven't had enough make sure I've had enough by the time my head hits the pillowcase.

+ that I don't watch Honey Boo Boo or any of the Bachelor/Bachelorettes or any of the Real Housewives of BFE, or give a flyin shit what the Kardashians are doing. I hardly ever turn the TV on. It doesn't get turned on until Anj comes home. {Insert lewd joke.}

+ that I don't like to throw out hubs' old raggedy v-neck Hanes t-shirts because Mama like to sleep in em, y'all. I will dig through all the new, thick ones to find an old, thin, raggedy ass one. Com-furt.

+ that the tone of my posts is greatly impacted by what time of the month it is.

+ for somebody who is diabetic as hell to be drankin on some sweet tea at a family reunion. Special occasions call for special rules, no?

+ {and convenient} that there are no dry counties in SC. However, it is weird how the alcohol sales on Sunday depend on what county/city limits you are in. #confusion. You know people be tryin to drink beer and watch the race or the Panthers game.

And just for good measure, here's some shit that is NOT OK

= that in SC, they make you put your weight on your license. Umm, wtf? Annnnd, they are good for 10 years. ........... I'm here to tell y'all, people's weight is GONE CHANGE over the course of 10 years. And there ain't even a scale. You just "tell them" what your weight is. Shit is wrong, and people gone lie anyway!

= for facebook to be givin me "poke" suggestions. Who sits around thinkin, "Hey, I ain't poked that guy I knew in middle school in a long, long time. Lemme do that now."

= for a doctor to look at me all cray because I want a copy of my own damn medical records. Don't look at me like that, playa. You make enough damn money. Now throw that shit on the copier and I'll be on my way.

= to order Diet Coke and the waiter not warn you that shit is really Diet Pepsi.

= for businesses to require a minimum purchase on credit cards. Pretty sure that shit is against y'all's contract with the credit card company.

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