Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Sunday, August 26, 2012
In the words of Marv from Home Alone, "Harry! I've reached the top!" Yes, I have slashed through seven pounds since June and now celebrate my triumphal reentry to the 140s. The 150s are no more. I slaughtered them!
A picture of me with my three horsemen brothers. I'm the pasty green one on the left, and I bring death bearing sickle in hand.
Clearly I am delighted. I have been wooing Madam 140s for weeks and now on toward glorious fruition! I can now wear the skinny jeans in my closet just in time for fall. In fact they had grown so tight that they didn't fit at all. I can now hold my head high and reenter the 140-ville team with pride. I am a stone's throw away from meeting and surpassing my lowest adult weight. 143 here I come and there I went! (Okay, not yet but here's to forward thinking). I get to reward myself for dropping below 150. I even got a few compliments on my figure today, and one of them incorporated the word "skinny."
And the good news continues. I'm making lots of progress on the novel, and dare I say it's coming together and starting to sound good? My sick cat Oreo has gotten a second lease on life. Dad suggested we lock the cats up at night, and sure enough no more surprise litter accidents and no more talk of euthanasia. And my brother Jordan is coming home from Army training for ten days. Sadly I won't see him in person for another 18 months, which sounds like an eternity especially since he's my only sibling. I shudder to imagine bad scenarios that could happen to him in Afghanistan. I'll be quite a mess when I have to say goodbye next week, but for now it will be fun. Let the good times roll!
And while I'm indulging a slightly inflated ego, please convey to Mistress 130s that I'm far from done!
Forward, I say! High ho Silver!