I'm still really nearly-ecstatic from last night's weigh-in (can't be all the way ecstatic, as I'm at work right now). I'm down a whopping 2.6 pounds! That was the biggest loss I've registered yet! As I mentioned on the Weigh-Better forum, I was so happy to see the number 224.8 on the scale last night that I clapped for myself in front of the WW staffer.
I had been looking forward to the meeting all day yesterday. I was feeling slimmer and figured I had lost - but I didn't even imagine that it would be so much! Woo hoo!
Enough bragging, what the 224 number means is that I'm going to need to drop the number of Points I'm getting for the day from 28 to 26. The leader at the meeting suggested I drop to 27 for this week (as I'm still ever-so-slightly above 224) to make the change less severe. My first Points alteration, yay! So that's that.
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I woke up this morning at the ungodly hour of 5:30am because I absolutely had to go to the laundromat!! My mantra of "where there's clean underwear, there's a way" had to be resigned as I was fresh out of clean slacks - and one cannot go to work in less-than-fresh pants, no matter how many pairs of clean underwear one has.
The laundry-doing, as usual, was hell on my back. It's not like I'm manually raking the clothes across a washboard or anything, but it's the bending over to pickup discarded clothing in the dirty clothes pile, heaving the bags into my car and the folding that kills me every single time. Perhaps I need to look into purchasing two bag-lined hampers, a roll-away cart and a fucking handmaid to do my folding!
So I managed to make it back home without being completely immobilized by my pained back, hop in the shower, and get dressed for work. Here's the fun part: I can remember those days (not so long ago) when putting on my jeans in the morning was a ritual best described as torture. I had to suck in my gut, lie down on the bed and say a breathless prayer to get the zipper up. You all know how it goes!
But this morning I was suddenly struck with the awareness that I needn't do the ritual anymore. My somewhat-wet jeans went on like a dream, with even some room to spare! Room to spare! Heck, they're almost, dare I say, too baggy. All my clothes are fitting a lot less snug these last two or three weeks, and whenever that occurs to me, it puts a little spring in my step. Can't wait to pull out those size 20 jeans that I mistakenly purchased about two years ago!
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This evening I have two choices of what I can do: I can see another free screening of the excellent, excellent, excellent Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind here at the screening room at work, or I can go to Griffith Park and do their night walk. I'm leaning towards going to the screening, because I have firm plans to go to the walk tomorrow night (as I'm sure they have their beginners group on Thursdays, as opposed to Wednesdays), and that movie is so darned good!
Decisions, decisions... I guess I'll see how my back is feeling towards the end of the day. Okay, have a great day y'all (really, I'm not Texan).
Posted by weezgrrl at April 7, 2004 10:31 AMWay to go!!! It's all about the loose jeans, isn't it? :-)
Posted by: Denise at April 7, 2004 12:18 PM