ManShopping

although C. Beet's night was apparently AWFUL, I have to say, mine was great.

Inspired by this ridiculous article, the latest in my "man-shopping" (as BoyOfSummer calls it).

1. Ritzy temple's 20's and 30's RoHa services. (Will let you know how it goes. Fingers are crossed that the stars will align, as this temple is within a block of Harvard Medical School and therefore may be just the place to find the Jewish-doctor-husband my grandparents dream of.)
2. Roomate's coworkers. Untapped resource. Last night was a house party which somehow lent itself brilliantly to circulating around among four guys, rather than being tied to a guy at a bar who buys you a drink (God I hate that).
3. Gym. Pro: They like you when you're sweaty. Con: They see you sweaty.

holding the blog hostage

yep, that's right. I'm holding the blog hostage as a Nusta-recording space until I lose 10 lbs.

Brutal honesty, here we go.

I've gained 6 lbs since my heaviest last year.

But I am on the road to recovery.

I joined a gym on Sunday, worked out for an hour yesterday, and I solemnly swear to get my (fat) ass in gear.

Things to help me get there:
Nicole Richie/ Ashlee Simpson before/after pictures
Odwalla carrot-raisin 110 calorie bars
Campaigning to make my gym get full cable (bastards)