natasha.ester

This morning I heard on the radio that Billy Bob Thornton confessed that he’s scared of antique furniture. So, I now feel confident about confessing how I’m freaked out by porcelain dolls. I mean how can those things not freak you out with their soulless eyes staring blankly and their little soft bodies connected to hard shiny heads. It’s not right, how is this a child’s toy. There’s a reason they’re strategically placed in a significant number of classic horror films. Watch them again people. They’re randomly sprinkle throughout the lot of them…

I have some feelings about how these taste, but I can’t tell if they’re good or bad…

Yesterday, I starting phase two of my weight loss plan by using this lovely machine. It’s replacing walking around outside, because it’s TOO BLOODY COLD. I’m suppose to go at for 30minutes a day, 6 days a week. Ugh!

Seriously, I almost died on that thing. I overestimated my abilities drastically. Dude in the words of Kelly Osborne “Working out sucks!” Agreed Kelly, agreed. Let’s hope I can keep the motivation up.

Here some great inspiration I heard today: “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels!”

Man, I wish I could remember what that feels like. I imagine it to be the bee’s knees…