Oh heck. So this morning, I saw a number on the scale that made
me very happy. And how can I say what it is unless I disclose my
weight? And why shouldn’t I? Why should I be ashamed of my
weight? Well, I’m not going to go into all of that, but I will
say that this morning, my scale said 179.8. I’m into the 170s! I
just hope it stays like that tomorrow. That way I will have
reached my short-term goal of being in the 170s by the wedding.

So yeah, you can do the math now. Also I may as well say now
that in 2001, when I started running, I weighed about 62 lbs
more than I do right now. Dang!

And I haven’t used all my points up this week. I didn’t even use
all my regular points yesterday. (Uh oh. I just realized that in
5 more lbs, my points will drop. Uh oh.) My mom and brother came
to New Orleans yesterday and we had dinner. I was pretty grumpy
because there isn’t much “New Orleans-y” food I can eat (or want
to, I might add) and stay within points. I would have liked to
have raw oysters, as I could have had dozens of them, and still
only used a few points. But the one restaurant they picked
didn’t have raw oysters, and so I had a grilled chicken
sandwich. With a side of green beans. Instead of fries. Now,
don’t get me wrong, I love green beans. But as a side to a
chicken sandwich? No. Should’ve been fries. Sometimes I hate
being virtuous. But this weekend is going to be a free-for-all,
starting on Thursday, so I need to be as good as humanly
possible until then.