Weighty Butterflies

I've been a little stressed the past few weeks - that kind of stress you don't realize you are feeling, let alone the severity of it, until you find yourself practically collapse into tears at the kitchen counter while attempting to make cookies.  Then you re-enact scenes from every chick flick ever and shove a spoonful of cookie dough in your mouth whilst ugly-crying.  Yep.  Sounds about right.

I wasn't eating more calories than usual and I kept up my six-days-per-week dates with Gym, but the stress was all, "Hey, Larissa's body!  Let's add five pounds of insulation to protect her from her hurt."  Gee, what a nice gift...you shouldn't have.

Then my stresses melted away.

Last night, I was out with a particularly nice fella and said, "I don't know how, but I've mysteriously lost three pounds in less than a week!"

The particularly nice fella let a smile sneak upon his lips and replied, "That's because you got rid of all of the butterflies in your stomach." 

Sometimes I wish I weren't a sappy, easily-amused girl.  Alas, I am.  And that was adorable.

And now you all know how to lose weight.