Hell. Yes.

So, the ol "no wheat and no dairy" is not so bad. It's the "no alcohol" that I have a problem with. I'm perfectly content to own my alcoholism.

Tangent: so I'm watching Celebrity Rehab (did you see that woman have a seizure? Jesus!) and Dr. Drew tells the chick from ANTM (Michael--that means America's Next Top Model) that "normal" people don't use alcohol to relax. For a brief second I wondered if I too, was an alcoholic because, goddamn if I don't use alcohol to relax. EVERY DAY. I mean, what's the point of it otherwise? I love the taste and the burn in my throat. Good times.

I digress.

So I've had two official workouts--one arm day and one leg day. Neither was that bad and I'm happy to report I'm still able to walk and lift my arms. Now, I'm just going to add the cardio and done and done.

My diet is pretty much the same every day:

Breakfast: One egg scrambled with red peppers, onion and a bit of ketchup to finish. Some days I have 1/2 cup of oatmeal, some days not.

Lunch: Big salad (note to Benji: always wearing my sweatpants) with 3 ounce chicken breast, an assortment of vegetables and 2 tablespoons light dressing

Dinner: 3 ounces chicken, one cup brown rice, some vegetable

Snack can be one cup butternut squash soup or apple with one tablespoon almond butter or some other raw item.

It's really not that bad. But behold my latest score:


That's right--a Vita-Mix blender!!! You're probably wondering, "Sarah, how can you afford a $500 dollar blender on your meager freelance salary?"

After spending an inordinate amount of time on Ebay, I finally found an interesting post on Craigslist--a Vitamix blender, new in the box, for $290. Hmm. I email Juanwonderboy and inquire about said blender. We agree on a price and decide to meet on a Sunday.

At SE 82nd and Flavel at a 7-11 for cash only. Now, for those of you in the know, 82nd and Flavel is dangerously close to being classified as Felony Flats. 82nd is also the prostitution capital of Portland, despite the street being renamed "Avenue of Roses." That still cracks me up.

Anyhoo, the thing was new in the box, unused and I can only think that Juanwonderboy snatched this sucker from the back room of some Jamba Juice. Anyhoo, the thing is HOT. And it's awesome. It scares me. It's like a jet plane taking off. But it can pulverize a blood orange in three seconds flat. Good times.

This weekend I fell off the diet/exercise wagon so hard that I got a wheel stuck in my ass. It's not pretty. I'm trying desperately to jump back on. This week running commences. I was at New Balance and lo and behold my pregnancy feet are finally gone (only 6 years after the fact). I'm back to my 5 1/2 shit kickers and ready to run like an antelope, out of control.