So, how 'bout that UN-diet?

I've been avoiding posting, I think, subconsciously and maybe now not so much, because I was totally all up on my non-diet, Sara-wannabe high horse, and that horse threw me into the mud and trampled on my head several weeks ago. I get really irritated when people are wishy-washy, and now I'm tucking my tail between my legs and hiding under the couch. I think that in my case, I needed to find out what was more important to me: eating anything whenever I wanted it but being heavier than I would like to be, or restricting what I eat to some extent but feeling great in my own skin. Very few people can truly eat whateverthehell they want and still be fit and trim and lean. Everyone has to regulate to some extent, am I right? And it goes further than that; you start to really realize how food makes you feel, how it affects your mood, skin, hair... etc.etc.etc. Not to knock off Skwigg, but sanity really did arrive in the form of Precision Nutrition. Now that I've been following it for 3 weeks, I'm kicking myself for not buying it sooner. I went from eating 3-5 servings of fruits and veggies most days to eating at least 10 every single day. I'm now a dedicated fish oil consumer. I haven't purchased a pre-packaged meal in almost a month. In other words, I'm training hard and eating well, eating a ton actually, NOT counting a damn thing (except maybe the massive amounts of produce I eat daily, and that's just for my own personal enjoyment) and am honestly loving every minute of it. So. There you go. Non-dieting got my 5'5" frame up to 150 pounds, and 3 weeks of PN got me back down to 144 as of last Thursday, without counting calories. That's the kicker. That's why I love it and can follow the program with ease. PN was worth every penny, though if you're really ambitious you could totally get the gist of the program by reading all the articles on johnberardi.com, and getting a free account (and free access) to the Precision Nutrition forums and online resources. (I just saved you $108. Thank me now, thank me later... I'll probably get kicked out of the forums for it.)

So, I don't want to blather on about diet anymore. I'm doing great and I feel like this program was freaking designed for my ex-disordered eating ass, and I don't want to jinx myself by talking about it too much. That's all I have to say about that. *dusts hands and walks away*

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Fun fact 'o' the day: My office in Baton Rouge is the EXACT SAME OFFICE that Master P used while stationed in Baton Rouge. We still get mail for No Limit Productions, and this makes me waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too giddy, every single time. I daydream about him coming by one day to pick up his mail. We'd talk, he'd compliment my eyes, take me out to lunch, and soon I'd be working for him. No Limit Sara. (That could also be a porn name, if you think about it.) (P.S. I DO have limits, but thanks.)

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Ethan is talking in sentences now, or at least putting two or more words together. "More please..." "THERE it is!" "Love you!" "Truck, vrooooom, VROOOOM!" He seriously looks like he's 12 years old now. Every evening after bath time, D and I sprawl on the rug with him and we just stare and laugh in awe of his cuteness, curiosity, wit, humor, and the fact that he is ours. Oh, and for the record, there has been no more passing out since the cheeto-puke incident, but I have taken care to say NO less and instead opt for the distraction method. "No, you can't stick your brush in the toilet, but... uh... shit... OH! HEY! LOOK! Look at... look at this totally awesome stale cracker in the corner! Mmm..." Hey, whatever works. Don't knock me until you have your own kid. Then you will see, oh yes... you will see. (Madness.) (Total madness.) Also, we are getting our camera fixed next weekend, and that means pictures and pictures and more pictures. I'm back to posting daily (ahem, give or take...), so even if I've nothing smart to say (which is actually really almost always the case) I can plaster my son and dog and pictures of my biceps all over the place. I'm sure you've nearly injured yourself with excitement.

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Kek has convinced me to not start saving for a boob job, not yet anyway. Anyone care to sway me the other direction? Do I have any readers in the porn industry?

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Did you watch the MTV Movie Awards? I love Sarah Silverman. I have another wee girl crush, it seems. She totally crossed the line, and I don't mean put your big toe over the line for a minute and then recoil in fear... she completely hurled herself over the line, like fifty times. She's rad. Is she still dating Jimmy Kimmel?

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Is anyone doing Turbulence Training or Afterburn? I'd love to here what you think about either program. This post simply could not have been thought out or organized any better, for clearly I am a genius whose thought process rivals that of a dead slug. Enjoy your weekend!