Yesterday, I casually checked my blog stats expecting to see the normal couple hundred or so visitors. When I saw 1,034 hits in one day, I screamed. I literally screamed. Nyah came running in to see what was wrong. I told her “Baby, I’m going reach my goal of 2000 hits in a day before you know it!” She gave me a crazy look, and walked away. I guess blog stats are a little complicated for even my dog. I’ll just pretend like it doesn’t freak me out to know that all these people are reading my blog and running to the sound of my voice. Anyway, I went to boot camp today. My cousin went with me again; class was super hard tonight. Lyle was busy, so we had a substitute teacher. He is the same guy that taught the class at 6AM that me and my little sister used to go to. I’m glad that I’m getting back in my workout groove…. But its something about cookies. I ate a whole row of the peanut-butter sandwich girl scout cookies. The whole row! This is precisely why I don’t keep this kind of food in my house. Well the good part is they’re almost gone. The lady at the weight watcher meeting said she threw her cookies in the trash. Hump…I guess I’m not there yet!