Pops Rocks.©

You know what? I love this man. My one and only Pops. One of the most amazing things about him?...  the sheer amount of CHINS this man possesses! Why do I love men with 700 chins? I mean.. my Dad's got em.... My lovely boyfriend, too, he's got a ton. I guess its like what a lotta people say about beards.. it symbolizes wisdom and respect. I say that about double chins. When I see multiple chins, I say to myself, "Man, they've lived a good life. They know how to eat and can keep warm in winter without even trying." THAT, my friend, is something I can freakin' respect.
....Except when those chins stare at me in the mirror. Then I say "You're gross, Ali. Seriously. Stop eating Nutella by the spoonful."

Oh and another thing that my papa and my main squeeze have in common? I lead them in the wrong/opposite direction ALL THE TIME and they still love me. I'm a horrible co-pilot. Woopsies.

Oh were you wondering how the food log thing is going?
PUH, today was my first and last day. The breadsticks at Olive Garden are so hard to resist. I have no willpower. Oh well, I'll leave 'discipline' and 'a kick ass body' for someone else to accomplish.

P.S. The Bachelor is quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to my life. Besides Nutella, my dad, and my Matthew. And breadsticks. And a lotta other stuff. But mainly, the Bachelor.