I'm following a fashion blog. I don't know what's come over me.
Yesterday I tried cleaning out my blog feed. Half of them are dead blogs. They've either stopped blogging or went private. I could have joined most of the private blogs, but I was too shy to send them an e-mail and admit to following, so that's my fault. (Yes, I am that shy.)
Anyway, I couldn't delete most of them. I felt sentimental about those blogs. And what if, all of a sudden, they start blogging again? Wouldn't I want to know? I would.
To fill out my meager feed, I went on a blog hunt. It's harder than you might think, trying to find good blogs to follow. I found a few that I'm excited about, including the fashion blogger. She looks so much like Rachel Zoe that I had a double take. Maybe it's just that those who follow the rules of high fashion are naturally going to end up dressing nearly identically. Whereas I look like a walking advertisement for JC Penney, circa 1997.
In other news, I dropped that pound! I am now at my previous absolutely unacceptable weight of one forty. Frankly, I'm amazed because dinner last night was three pumpkin cookies, one double chocolate chip cookie and a half cup of home made beef stew.
How did that happen, you may ask? Well, yesterday we visited one of Keith's soldiers at the hospital where he was recovering from a seven hour surgery. I felt so bad for the kid. He reminded me of my younger brothers. I tell you what, I am going to be a big sister for the rest of my life; the feeling is just ingrained in me. It's this potent combination of deep fondness, pride and slight wariness.
So of course when we got home I went on a three hour baking spree. I made two of my favorites, orange cranberry muffins (Keith can't get enough of those and he's a hard man to please when it comes to baked goods) and my pumpkin cookies. They're a crowd pleaser every time. I keep experimenting with the spices. This time I added an eighth of a teaspoon ginger and boy was that the right decision.
Lastly, I decided to make double chocolate cookies instead of the regular kind. (Chocolate chips cookies were the only specific request he'd had when asked.) I'd been wanting to try that for a while. Oh, the deliciousness of double chocolate! I had forgotten the homey, mouth watering flavor of cocoa powder. It brought back memories of home made hot cocoa, chocolate no bakes, home made chocolate cake and brownies baking in the oven. I made the cookies with the large chocolate chunks, so there were huge pieces of melted chocolate throughout the rich batter. Yum.
Come to think of it, I'm incredibly proud of myself that I ate only one. Besides, it turns out that baking itself burns calories, so when I subtracted that, I only came out fifty four calories in the red. I suspect my math has the same legitimacy as the federal government's, but whatever. It looks good on paper.
