Area woman stops eating dessert I have officially gone 10 days without cheating. On my Lent goal, by the way. Unless petting someone else's cat counts as cheating. On my own cats. Because I'm a cat lady. And no, none of that was a euphemism. Pervs. I've gone 10 days without dessert. Or junk food. At first I really, truly believed I was going to die, and now, well, I just sort of believe I'm going to die.

Giving up desserts has proven to me just how often I ate junk. Every time I have to turn down an M&M or a cookie or the taunting of the vending machine every day is proof that I have absolutely no self control. It's also proof that I like candy. Not shocking. Have you ever had a Sour Patch Kid? I mean, come on. YUM. So, long story short, I miss dessert. But I'm feeling rather proud of my small feat so far. It's going to be a long trek to Easter.

Area woman lifted too many weights

So I started a weight training program. Three days a week I'm getting my ass kicked by some weights. I'm not even kidding. I don't even remember the last time my arms weren't sore. And this week was the official start of my 14-week marathon training plan (I've dubbed it the Blueprint to Badass). The Plan To End All Plans. It's killer. Top that with weight training and no dessert and omg, WTF, etc. I better come out of this a bad ass with killer arms, a speedy marathon time and 10 less pounds on my body. That's all I'm sayin'. Or I'm'ma be real pissed.

Area woman still needs about $1,600 more

Heeeey you guuuys! Remember that little Team In Training mission I ventured on a month ago? IT'S STILL THERE. I seem to have forgotten all about that little bugger until I checked my fundraising page and it's all, "Dude, what the hell, you still need $1,600." GO HERE. Read my story. Help me. It's a good, little cause, darnit.

I'm serious. Go. Off with you!

Area woman says goodbye to her beloved

I need to take a deep breath before I go on with this story.

Deep breath.

OK.

I said goodbye to my BlackBerry.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Sniff.

I know. I know. It'll be OK. There, there, young grasshopper. Rest your head upon my bosom, etc.

Here's the thing: I get a new phone once a year. Now was that time. I was hellbent on upgrading to the new BlackBerry Curve because I love my BlackBerry Curve. Love. And then Verizon Lady's all, "OK, but have you seen THIS?" And she shows me a shiny, new Droid.

OMG SHINY. I'm like a 3-year-old.

But I seriously debated for a long, long time before going home with the shiny, new Droid. I'm serious. It was a battle. But in the end I chose new and shiny because I LIKE new and shiny. And I like the phone, I do. But it's got a touch screen. And my fingers are like, "We need buttons, bitch," and so it's taken some time to get used to it. That, and every time I end a phonecall, the goddamn thing freezes up for a solid 15 minutes before it decides to function again. I HATE IT. I want to throw it out the window. I hope it feels pain when I do. But all the other times, when it's, you know, WORKING, I love it to pieces.

OK, yeah, that's all I've got. Carry on, people.

Wait. Why are you still reading? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE READING MY TEAM IN TRAINING DONATION PAGE.

Cough.

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