Today I got a very pleasant surprise when I stepped on the scale. I have lost two whole pounds! I was so excited I ran out into the dining room still wrapped in my towel (much to the horror of my children) to share the news.
Most people would not risk a Public Indecency ticket to proclaim the joy of a measly two pounds, but (as always) there's more to this than just 32 teeny ounces. First of all, I realized that the towel, when wrapped around me, actually covers up all of me at once. I was so elated I had to share! You see, as I have gotten bigger over the last few years, one of the most depressing parts of life was not having a towel go all the way around my body. I used to be able to fit a regular bath towel around me without any naughty bits showing. However, as the pounds crept on, I was forced to use the extra BIG sized towels to preserve my privacy in the dash from the bathroom to my own bedroom. Lately, I've had to use the goofy printed beach towels or risk scarring my poor children during my morning race down the hall. Someday I will have a shower in the master bathroom and I will no longer be forced to cringe and shuffle down the hall covering myself with meager scraps of terry cloth, praying the neighbors don't choose that moment to stare into my curtains. Ah... someday.
Sure, you might say "Just use a bathrobe!" And I would say back, "NO!" Around here we have two seasons - Below 90 degrees and Above 90 degrees. Or, what the rest of the world likes to call "Summer" and "February." When you add on the humidity, having to wrap up in a bathrobe when I'm still damp only makes me feel hot AND sweaty, completely negating the entire getting-clean-in-the-shower thing. Now, I wouldn't DARE complain out the weather here (that is a sure fire way to attract a twister during the next thunderstorm.) MY part of this lovely state isn't NEARLY as bad as some others. Take Houston, for example. I hear the kids down there are starting to be born with gills so they can breathe the "air" more easily. That's some crazy stuff down there by the coast...
Anyway, the happiness I decided to share in my near-buff glory was about much more than JUST two pounds. It was actually about more like EIGHT pounds. When I started seeing Dr The Mann a few months ago, I was looking at 60 pounds or so of weight that needed to be lost. As daunting as that is, I have to look at it in smaller chunks to be able to face it down. Basically, every pound counts to me. When I stayed the same weight for an entire month, it was really depressing. When I finally started losing and I saw three pounds go away, it was like Christmas morning! Then, I started to gain again (I'm still not really sure why) and I ended up with TEN POUNDS more. This past week, I have been trying really hard to be good and exercise and it has totally paid off.
Ok. I lied. I haven't done anything more special this week than the week before. Well, except for being so sick that I really couldn't get out of bed. And the cold medicine makes me sick to my stomach. So, I guess I could say I was eating better and exercising, if by "eating better" you mean 1/2 a pb & j and a can of cola being the only thing I consumed in an entire day. Technically coughing and blowing your nose takes up calories, so maybe that would be considered "exercise"?
Well, whatever the reason for the loss, I will take what I can get. Right now, that means I am back at Square One. The same weight I was when I started seeing Dr The Mann. Strangely enough, I am just fine being here because I am at least heading in the right direction. As long as I don't go all Hollywood on the three cartons of ice cream in my fridge, I should be ok.
Come to think of it, I'm still not really sure HOW I ended up with three cartons of ice cream in there anyway. All I remember was mentioning to DH that the girls had been promised a treat for something (that part is pretty fuzzy) and the next thing I know, there are three cartons of BRAUM'S in the freezer. One of them happens to be my Ultimate Weakness (aka Peanut Butter Cup.) Suddenly, I remember why I do the grocery shopping around here. Every time. Even for just a gallon of milk. Because, "Honey, we are out of bread." turns into $100 of junk food later.
It appears I am off my game. My tenuous grip on the smooth running groove of the house is slipping away. The laundry is piled up (again), the dishes need to be done (as always), and we had take-out for dinner because of a school function that soaked up EVERY SINGLE MINUTE of my evening. Had I been on top of things, I would have thrown something in the crock pot so that we could walk into the house and eat whenever we ended up getting home tonight. That would at least have fixed one of those things.
Clearly I need to work on my focus. If I am going to keep the pounds at bay and keep the kids in line.
Speaking of kids, I have to brag on my Evil Genius for a moment. That school think that took up the whole evening? It was because her project was one of 10 in the whole school that was chosen to be presented at the Big District Genius Kids Show-Off. (No that actually isn't what it is called, but it's an appropriate description.) Every school in the district brought the top two from each class and EG's fabulous toy that she worked very hard on with DH made the cut. I got pics and I will probably post them once I find a decent one.
Good night all!