Weigh In Number One

I weigh myself on Fridays. This Friday I was quite busy with work, a massive thunderstorm that knocked the power out (at work. I’m not sure how residents could manage to get from the second floor to the first floor and vice versa since they can’t manage stairs and the elevator was out), survived a burgeoning flood on the way home and got dinner with my boyfriend  before having a poker night with him and my parents. I’m actually good at blackjack. Who knew?

Anyway I didn’t have time to weigh myself. Also I was kind of afraid to. You can kid yourself into thinking you lost weight until you are standing on the scale. But today my mom cornered me. The last time I weighed myself I was 197 and I thought I broke 200. But its proof I have no clue what I’m talking about because this morning I was 194. Wow, lost three pounds in a week. “I thought you looked slimmer” My mom said. 

Yesterday I was wearing a white cami at work with a lace shawl. One of the residents gestured to me and said to her friend “Look at her! She lost weight! She so skinny” I was flattered but surprised. When my dad came to pick me up he also said I was looking good when I mentioned the resident’s comment. 

Yesterday I was at a pool party with all sorts of delicious food. I was particularly taken with the sugar cookies. When Justin and I went out to dinner after, I only got the house salad because I was trying to keep myself in line. The fried noodles looked great  but I knew they’d be an exercise in regret. Oh and I decided what I want for my birthday: a button maker.

Things I’m Looking Forward to This Week: movie night with the girls (we are watching Clueless), working on my projects, pushing myself at the gym.