New Year's Resolution

Ever since I turned 23, my skin has gone haywire. You've probably noticed. Last spring, I got tested for food allergies and went through a brief phase where I cut out dairy, malt, bananas, chocolate (!), oats, and rice after the results came back with high sensitivities toward those foods. A second ENT I went to, however, told me that the test I'd been administered was highly controversial and if someone's going to tell me that it's okay to eat chocolate again, well, who am I to argue? Needless to say, I started eating all those foods again. 

Then I read this blog post and shoot, I think I'm going to try to cut out dairy and chocolate again. (I'll probably hold off on washing my face in coconut oil.) But of course this will have to wait until after the holidays, because self-control is one thing, and self-loathing is another :)

On Friday, Warren got promoted to lieutenant and I had the honor of pinning him. To celebrate, we went out to lunch with a few of his coworkers at our favorite sandwich shop... and continued the eating-out spree all weekend.

Congrats, W!

This post is not about the hurricane

Since we weathered Sandy just fine (no flooding, never lost power, but had the day off from work!) I'm going to skip all that. (But I hope everyone else is okay!)

Friday night we went line dancing with some of W's coworkers. We were all novices, as the picture below clearly shows.

 Since it was the weekend before Halloween, there were a few costumes sprinkled in with the cut offs, cowboy boots, and plaid.

Jasmine especially took line dancing very seriously.

It all got rather weird when people started dancing to "Call Me Maybe" and someone brought out a beach ball. Didn't stop W and I from checking out the array of cowboy hats they sold, though. Maybe next time!

The last of the Reese's

At my old job, I always got hit by the munchies in the afternoon. (I can munch like nobody's business.) So my friend Marc, who always got hit by an afternoon slump around the same time, and I would walk down to a nearby convenience store and hit up their assortment of bin candy, soda, and other goodies. The clear winner of my affection were the Reese's (especially the holiday-shaped ones!), so when I got married and moved away, Marc got me three enormous bags of candy. One of which was entirely Reese's. Yesterday, I ate the last one. Now I'm left with this:

Here's hoping I have enough self-control to save this bag for trick-or-treaters. No guarantees :)

She sells seashells

This is what living by the ocean, having a lot of free time, and recently jumping on the Instagram train (took me long enough) produces:

The feeling is mutual, babe.