I have been curling my hair at the ends not just because I like the way it looks, but also to help mask my atrocious split ends.
I haven't had my hair cut since September.
When I'm desperate for a veggie serving with dinner but feeling incredibly lazy, I'll throw a cup of peas into the pasta pot at the last minute (or into the microwave, as a side dish). It's like a little green bandaid for my meal and makes me feel a little bit better.
I still haven't "cooked" much partially because of time constraints, but also because I'm intimidated by many of the recipes I've clipped. I'm trying to get over it.
I weigh myself every Wednesday morning even though I am convinced that the number is wrong and the scale is broken.
The thought of getting weighed at the doctor's office still terrifies me.
I'm listening to Justin Bieber as I write this. I think he killed it on SNL.