Guess what we did last night? We put an offer down on the short sale house. I have learned a ton of real estate jargon in the past few weeks which I won’t bore you with, but if you don’t know (I didn’t), a short sale is when the seller has to sell the house for less than they owe on it. So, the bank has to approve the offer. Banks, especially bigger ones, are notorious for dragging their feet, so it could be months before we hear anything. We don’t really have anything to lose though. We can walk anytime if the bank is taking too long and not lose a cent.
We didn’t leave the realtor’s office until almost nine and I was about to chew my arm off. It just so happened that I had a Groupon in my purse for Raging Burrito which was right down the street. Since we were sort of celebrating that we might have just bought a house, I ordered a margarita. But only ended up drinking about a third of it. I guess I wasn’t in full-on celebration mode with everything still up in the air and it being Monday and all. With my drink that I didn’t drink, I ordered the Frisco Taco Salad with romaine lettuce instead of tortilla chips. I probably should have asked for it without cheese, but I didn’t. I ate about 2/3rds of this. It was smaller than it looks in the picture.
I haven’t really mastered the art of taking pictures in dark restaurants yet.
And now for something completely unrelated: bikinis. I know some people feel like it’s taboo to talk about weight loss, but I am not one of those people and I’m going to discuss it. So please stop reading if these type of things bother you. (But please return tomorrow!)
I’m going on my honeymoon on July 6th. We’re going to Maui (!!!!) and we’re obviously going to be spending some time on the beach. I don’t like the way I look in a bathing suit. It’s not to the point where I wear a t-shirt in the ocean or anything, but I don’t feel comfortable. I don’t think this is a case of distorted body image; I honestly don’t think my body looks good in a bathing suit, especially a bikini. And I want to look damn good on my honeymoon. Problem is that I really have no idea where to start. I don’t care that much about the number on the scale, I just want to go wear cute bathing suits.
I’ve always heard that abs are made in the kitchen. So, I went to Borders at lunch with a 33% off coupon and camped out for a little bit in the diet section. Truth be told, I am sucker for these types of books. I purchased what I thought to be one of the less gimmicky of the bunch, The Eat-Clean Diet Supercharged by Tosca Reno. I haven’t really looked at it yet, but somehow I don’t think it advocates (oops, I wrote avocado) eating at places with “Burrito” in the title.