Does Facebook Make Us Look Fat?
Happy Bloated New Year Peeps!
(I should tell you, bloated was supposed to be belated…but I made a typo…and then I thought maybe the universe was trying to tell me something and bloated really is more appropriate).
I digress…I often do. (I also like parentheticals and elipses).
Rebecca and I have two goals.
1.) Acheive our ideal weight (notice how I didn’t say, “be skinny?” I, for one have given up that goal. It’s not healthy anyway).
2.) Take over the world. (Notice how the weight goal is first? Maybe Rebecca would disagree, but if I could only have one, I’d pick achieving my weight goals over world domination any day).
While we’re working on goal #1, we’ve taken another step toward goal #2. In addition to twittering and group twittering, we’ve joined facebook. We come in two convenient flavors.
#1). Laugh ItOff. (Notice how I also like using bullet point lists today?) This is our facebook identity. Search for us here and be our friend.
#2.) Does Facebook Make Us Look Fat? We started a weight loss humor facebook group (and if it was 1998, that would just sound like crazy talk). Anyone can be a member and post away. We LOVE hearing about success stories and just stories in general. Make us laugh. Make us cry. We love you all!
Now, if someone could tell me how to post a direct link like we did for twitter, I would be that much closer to goal #2.
Rebecca here. Are you nuts? I have no designs to rule the world. I would like the dog to at least obey me but maybe someday.
Good Lord. I was dragged kicking and screaming onto Facebook about a month ago, which I find a slightly more mature version of MySpace. And I hate them both. And now you’re going to make me add y’all as a friend there. I have to. I’m afraid I might miss something if I don’t.
On the weight-loss front, honestly, I really have to do something. This is getting out of hand, speaking of bloated. So I have decided to make ONE rule for myself, and maybe I can not rebel and follow it. I’m not going to eat after 7pm. Not because I think it’s horrible to eat in the evening, but I have found that when I do eat after 7pm, it’s just crap food. Like yesterday I did really well, until about 9pm when I was craving something sweet, and wandered downstairs and ate two packages (so that would be four pastries) of Strawberry Pop Tarts. It’s like a sickness. So from now on, if I want to gorge myself on Strawberry Pop Tarts, I’ll have to do it before 7pm. We’ll see if I can stick to just that one thing.
I am totally going to be your facebook friend!
Nicoles last blog post..Fat Blog- Day 373
**bows in awe**
Im on FB.
I neglect FB.