Got on the scale this morning, what a shock. More poundage has disappeared, surprising since i haven't really done anything but work this week. All of my "snug" jeans fit, which is good since the "regular" jeans don't. My one pair of "target" jeans...are still a target. And of course, my goal of wearing my daughter's jeans is still quite a goal and since it's September, I don't really know if I'll make it by Christmas, but wouldn't it be fun?
Maybe the biggest difference is in how other people look at me -- though I'm willing to concede that it might be my attitude that is finally realizing they are looking! In any event, I've been asked out four times this week, but I'm still too timid to venture into those waters -- though I have accepted a date from one of them, I haven't felt well since and so that's a good indication to me to SLOW DOWN, take my time.
The off-and-on-love of my life has met someone, and while we always knew it could happen, being so geographically far apart (and, no, I doubt I've mentioned him here, he has always been a guilty pleasure), it is still a shock. I have some sense now of how HE felt when I met Steve.
The clock don't turn back, folks. What's done is done.
On the weight side, I've lost THREE INCHES off my upper arms at Spark. No wonder I haven't noticed much jiggle lately. I'm not sure how that came about, but I will NOT look a gift horse in the mouth! May I politely say, to the weight-granting gods, that the tummy would be a fitting target......
Well, back to work. The kiddo is sick and I am thinking we may not make it through the day without a trip to the hospital. Even though she has a script for what ails her, she won't get off her back and that's the worst thing you can do for severe respiratory stuff. So I need to kick some textual Butt to make sure I get paid even if she ends up going in.
Thanks for listening, my Spark friends.