Weighty Matters

This week, I was up 0.2 pounds. Oh no, oh my, whatever has become of me! Right -- pretty much anything within a half-pound is maintenance to me. So I am happy. If I figured it up right, since Thanksgiving, I've lost about 6 pounds. That is not bad at all!!!! *** For years, I've had a recurring .... can't really call it a dream, because I'm not actually asleep yet when it happens. It's usually one of those last things that flash through my mind as I'm falling asleep. It's me, running (for my health, not running for my life). Me? Run? Right. As Daffy says, "Ha. Ha. It is to laugh." But there I am in the dream, running -- happy and enjoying it, and usually there's music there to push me along. Most of the time, it's "Running on Empty." Guess that part of Forrest Gump took hold in my brain. The odd part is that I'm running in slo-mo, not at all synchronized with how fast I'd actually have to run to keep in tempo with the song

I stepped on the scale tonight. Honestly, I was just hoping for something within a pound -- gain, loss, pure maintain, I didn't care. After all, I'd had a piece of completely TDF Tres Leches cake at my boss' graduation party. It's a great treat, and it all depends on which recipe you use -- 5 eggs or maybe 9. Eagle Brand or just regular ol' Coco Lopez Cream of Coconut. The one recipe I saw which even offered a calorie count came out to EIGHTEEN points a piece. God almighty. But it was divine, and it was a very rare treat. And today was our catered Christmas luncheon from a nearby bakery/catering place. They are fantastic. Oh holy Moses -- ham, Greek chicken, corn, green beans, macaroni & cheese, scalloped red potatoes, fruit bowl (cut melon, apples, grapes) .... and their famous cakes. The receptionist tonight said, "Well, you went up a little....." and gave me my figure. Not great, but I could live with it. Then I sat down and looked at my figures ...

Last night's weigh-in was a loss of 0.4 pounds. I will take every stick of butter or so that I can, so I will not complain, fuss, moan, groan, or otherwise think negatively. It is a loss! My only problem right now is a kind of boredom with what I'm eating. I've done a little more brown-bagging these last few days because I'm just so tired of what's before me. It's funny -- for years when I worked in a little town with so few options (and so few healthy ones at that), I used to think how nice it would be to work where there were so many places to pick and choose from! Oh my, wouldn't that be bliss???? And with an unbelievable plethora of restaurants around me, I am bored. Granted, I stick to a small number of them and generally get the same things .... Subway, Wendy's, Chick-Fil-A, Bojangles, Sprouts, occasionally Quizno's, but everything else is just trouble. I don't know points totals, and I'm usually not that interested in trying to figure

Okay -- I am not sure where things went crazy, but we seem to be back on track. I lost 6.8 this week -- so now it seems that everything is rolling again, and good to go. It puts me back over the 150-lost mark (152.2 to be exact). AND I reached my holiday weight loss goal a little early! But this is no time for either slacking or for self-congratulation. The way things are going, next week's weigh-in could show at 5 pound gain. I'm doing everything I possibly can to avoid that scenario. Lyn, one of my fellow meeting members, and I are challenging each other to do some weightlifting. I failed miserably this week, mostly because I couldn't find my stupid dumbbells! So find them quickly I must -- because I need to get back to toning. I've noticed the flab creeping back on, especially since giving up the gym membership. I need to find a way to stop that. Anyhow, I'm proud of myself for this loss ... cautiously optimistic about the future ... and working hard to keep thin