I am feeling a little out of sorts. I don’t think it’s the holiday, it’s some other stuff going on. Makes my neck tense.
I lost another pound. I think we’ve slowed to 1 pound every 60 days. I have eight and half pounds until I reach my last goal. I set that goal last year and I thought it was the best I could hope for. I am now rethinking this. For Christmas I think I will go buy myself some new workout pants. Mine were big when I bought them, now they are so long!
Having typed that paragraph I will now say that I have been having a cookie splurge! One of office-mates brought me a nice little container of treats that his wife had made. So good! Small enough that I can eat them all if I want, but big enough that it will certainly put me over my daily caloric goal. And there is fudge.
I think I am going to send a secret into PostSecret. If I do, and it goes up, I’ll tell you.
I was working out the other day and Daisy points at my chest and says, “Boy, you sure are losing it up there!”
My other Daisy’ism of the week occurred yesterday when she said “I think all this working out is making your hips get bigger!” The owner of the gym was standing there and audibly gasped. It made me laugh. Daisy is a trip.
I can not find Silver ribbon except in those stupid four color packs! I only want Silver. I will find Silver or there will be no presents for anyone this year!
Happy night before Christmas Eve to you all.