Yay, Friday! Yay, payday! Boo, doctor’s appointment!

Went to Outback last night with George. Didn’t do too badly on points, if the Health Discovery website I found is right. Please, God, let it be right! Filet mignon, salad, (and yeeeah, I ate the cheese and croutons!) steamed veggies, and beer. 21 point meal, but only ended up using 4.5 flex points as I went to dinner with 14 points left, and I’d exercised so I had some activity points. Yay!

Blueberry pickin’ on Sunday, then jam makin’. Hope it’s not hard to make jam. Hmmm.

I have a very sweet boyfriend. Yesterday I was sad because the cruise I was supposed to go on for work (and make masses of overtime money on) was cancelled. So he took me to Winn-Dixie and bought all of the boxes of sugar-free popsicles they have left. (Another addiction of mine. 15 calories each. You must get the Popsicle brand, they’re the best. But can be expensive. W-D had them on sale for the outrageously low price of two 24-count boxes for $5. Insane.) So that was four boxes. 96 popsicles. Now only 93. Yum. These should last me a few weeks, at least. Yay!

Rode bike with Polly this morning. It is so friggin’ hot and humid already, and it’s not even technically summer yet, right? Blech.

Just read my comments from the past few days. (Love comments!) First, I may ask Debbie if they plan on leaving Fufu as her middle name. Good idea. (Now I wish her name was Ping-ping. That is really cute.) Also, I didn’t weigh myself this morning! Okay, I lie a little. I did, but after I had gotten up and drank some water and put my shoes on. That’s not a real weigh-in, so I think it’s okay. Baby steps. And also, I have measured myself. If I recall correctly, I’ve lost something like 2 inches off my hips and 2 or 3 off my waist. Most of my weight, I think, has come off my top half – arms and shoulders and such. Which is okay, but my hips are my worst part. But I am pleased with the inches lost. See, I know the scale isn’t everything. Tomorrow I go to the doctor for a checkup. I hope the nurse notices how much weight I’ve lost in the last year!

10% 10% 10% Yay! This morning, I hit my 10% goal! Yay! Exciting! That means (and yes, you can do the math now, I am just too self-conscious to put my actual weight but anyone can figure it out) I’ve lost 21.6 lbs! Yay! Am v. excited. Losing weight is fun. Tee hee!

This means I lost 3.6 lbs in a week. But I gained .8 lbs last week, which I think was fluid weight, so really it isn’t as dramatic as it sounds. I’m surprised WW didn’t yell at me but losing that much in one week. Who knows, I may gain next week to offset this loss. But I will do everything in my power (mwah, mwah, mwah!) to make sure that doesn’t happen. Don’t want to lose my 10% star, after all.

Last night, George and I bought a lawnmower, one of the manual reel-type mowers. We put it together last night (which only involved putting the handle on it) and then took it for a test mow. Our yard is completely dark, as we have no lights out there, so we couldn’t see what we had done, but this morning, I was pleased to note that the mower works perfectly. Yay! So today after work I’m going to tackle the whole yard.

Oh yeah, in other exciting news, I heard from my friend Debbie last night. She and her husband Mike (good friends of mine who live in Houston) are adopting a 5 year old girl from China. Her name is Fufu. If that isn’t the cutest name in the world, I don’t know what is. But they are going to change her name. I guess Fufu could be subject to teasing because of her name if they didn’t change it. But I shall always call her little rabbit Fufu. (Oh yeah, I guess that’s how kids in the schoolyard could be mean. I fear I will be “mean Aunt Pam” instead of “fun, crazy Aunt Pam.”) But she is very cute and I can’t wait to meet her. (Also I should mention here their 7 year old son, Christian, who I used to visit once a month when he was a baby. I wish I could still get away to visit them like that.)

Oh. My. God.

I wish I could explain how much this would’ve meant to me 15 years ago. I may have just keeled over, hyperventilating.

Anyone who knew the 14 year old (and 15-18 year old) me understands this. Wow.

And I sure would’ve taken singing lessons.

Today I am pleased because this morning I was at the low, low (why am I too chicken to say what it really is?) weight that I was at on Saturday morning. Keeping my fingers crossed that it’s still that low tomorrow morning for my weigh in. Kristina yelled at me, though, for obsessively weighing myself every morning. But I think it’s okay because I do realize that it fluctuates from day to day, and I really don’t let that get me down. (Okay, I lie. Maybe a bit. But still.) Maybe I will try to not weigh myself except on Wednesdays for the next few weeks.

Am also excited because George and I are going to Sears after work to buy a lawnmower, one of the manual reel-type old-fashionedy types. Yay! No more weedwhacking the lawn so it looks like a bad haircut. Smooooth manicured lawn, yeah! (I think I still may be a bit optimistic about the manicured part, but anything is better than a weedwhacked lawn.)