TGIFANFC!
Thank God it's Friday and no family coming! Seems like since Summer reared its dry split ends we have spent every weekend either entertaining family or fixing and cleaning the house for the big Cookout. I love my family--I even love Sweetie's family. But I like being lazy and leaving dishes in the sink for a day or two. I'll wait while you gasp and catch your breath.
So. This weekend I think we have an Army Surplus weekend planned. Two old junkers trolling for cast-off bargains in the shadow of America's gold bullion depository, Ft. Knox. The better half has a big boy's room above the garage and all his toys are there. We are going to finish it like a 1940's type den/TV room (did they have TV rooms then?) and put his collection on display including his Dad's Navy stuff. Today he was almost giddy as he called home to ask me to meet him in the driveway when he pulled in. Uh oh I think. He needs help carrying something--not usually a good sign. But it was just a wooden storage box. I told him we could paint it blue and stencil daisies on it. He gave me the most exasperated look as if to say, Don't rain on my parade! It's a new box! Look! And it was pretty cool.
Today was food day at work, which always works against the chunky girl. Cookies within arm's reach doesn't help with Weight Watchers points. But I am 1.4 pounds away from losing my first 20 pounds. Since April. It just might actually work! I wore jeans today. This is significant because I have only one pair of jeans, and they went unworn for over a year. They still had the labels on them. I refused to exchange them for a bigger size--and today I wore them to work and felt pretty darn good. So this weekend I will have to behave and do my exercise and try to put my cookied past behind me.
That's the news for today. So far.
posted by Amy @ 11:08 PM
2 Comments:
20 pounds! Wow! I am super impressed. And the wearing of the new jeans -- yippee! I still haven't been able to make myself give away the jeans I was wearing before becoming pregnant with A1. Even though last summer I discovered, to my horror, that although I was at my pre-pregnancy weight my hips are bigger. As in: my pelvic bones are spread further apart. And so my boy-cut pre-A1 jeans will never fit me again, no matter how much weight I lose. But still, I dream. I hope. Can't seem to make myself believe in the new reality of birthin' hips.
LOL Well you could always use the denim for a purse or something then you can say you still wear them. I got creative once and cut up all of Sweetie's beyond hope jeans for a casual quilted throw. Big idea. Fabric piles still all over guest room. Don't hold your breath.
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