12W12S11: Murder Was the Case

Part The First -- I have come to the realization that I make some damn good diet food. Take tonight's dinner, for example: meatballs with sauce, spaghetti with butter and Parmesan cheese, mixed vegetables. If I didn't tell you that everything was portion-controlled and carefully calorie-counted, you'd never know. I'm very proud of that. You can look at what I was eating back in July, when I was allowed close to 1,600 calories a day, and if you compare it now, when I am allowed just over 1,200 calories a day, and my evening meals don't look all that different, actually. Maybe a little smaller, sometimes, but not really all that different.

Part The Second -- I am pretty sure that Mari Winsor is trying to murder me, and I think it's a load of hooey. What the hell did I ever do to her? I've been trying to be a good little girl, doing my Pilates Bootcamp video every week like I'm supposed to, even adding some different workouts this week (which, bee-tee-dubs, I will review as soon as I get through all of them), and still she wants me dead or something.

HONEST TO GOD I HAVE NEVER HAD SUCH PAIN IN MY ABS IN MY WHOLE LIFE. It's murder, I tell you -- murder! But I shall keep on keepin' on, because I ordered new pants today and I want to be able to button them.