Friday, October 17, 2008

Another Day without a Donut

As of today, I am down nine pounds. My jeans fit like they used to and I don’t get winded walking to the post office; it kind of makes the donut boycott seem worth it.

Ten pounds to go to get me back to my fighting weight and I will gladly make appointments with my general practioner, gynecologist and the lovely techs in the mammogram department at the local hospital (what? You think I’m going to let a mammogram tech see me with fat boobs? I think not).

If I don’t hit a plateau, I should make my goal weight by the end of December. Of course, having said that; the gods of weight loss will strike me down with the Plateau from Hades right around Thanksgiving (shaking my fist at the heavens).

In less boring news, Hugh is still in Atlanta. Tonight, I am going to clean the house. And, attempt to make homemade butternut squash soup. And, redo my pedicure. So…ok, not less boring news. Moving on.

So, yeah, Madonna and Guy Ritchie getting a divorce-didn’t see that coming except, oh yes, yes, I did. Anyone else?

I am rambling today, could you tell? Apparently, I focus better when I am not donut deprived but, you know, probable high cholesterol and all...rambling is a forgivable side effect of the sacrifice.

At least, that’s my story. And I’m stickin’ to it.

1 comment:

Erika said...

um, I just had a donut. :D But 9 pounds, wow, that's great. I'm running 3 days a week, and staying the same. But I'm still eating the same and drinking the same. Oh well.