Five Pounds Lighter

Weight: 5 lbs. lighter
Listening to: Starry Eyed Surprise by Oakenfold
Mood: Pretty Damn Happy

Brian and I share this drawer in the bathroom, where we keep hairbrushes, toothpaste, all the essentials - and it's an absolute mess. I've been saying we need to get a drawer organizer to the point of where he no longer wants to hear about it. I finally found that organizer today at Century City, which is where I found myself after my weight watchers meeting this morning.

When I initially went into the meeting, I was begging God to let me have lost just one pound. Not GAIN, mind you, God, but LOSE. I was growing a little impatient in line because it takes a lot to work up the nerve to step on that scale and watch the numbers spin like a slot machine. When it was finally my turn, I did the ritual, take off anything that isn't vital - shoes, purse, jacket - and stepped onto that platform of torture. As I watched the number spin, I was quick to realize that it was a lower number then last week. Wait . . . a lot lower then I was expecting. Are you sure the scale is right? Hold on, this is going too quick, I can't do the math. I was half way to sitting in a seat when the leader announced it was my second week - round of applause. Then she announced I had lost FIVE POUNDS!!! Gasps all around me, the applause seemed louder this time and I was getting ready to cry. Hold it together, girl, it's just five pounds, let's not make yourself out to be a blubbering idiot over five pounds. I told them all about my blog, with giggles all around when I mentioned the title. How do you start something like that? People were asking. Huh. Maybe this was a good idea after all.

After the meeting was over, I took away the message of eating out - are you eating out because it's easy or because it's a special occasion. Okay, got it. I wasn't even out the door when I was texting people "OH MY GAWD! FIVE POUNDS!!" What do I do with myself? I mean, damn, five pounds. I need to reward myself somehow. Candy bar? No, that will just add fuel to the never ending fire of cravings. Panda Express for lunch? Well, that will take all of my extra points for the week, and I'm holding out for Cafe Bravo on Monday. What the hell do I do?

Then I remembered my favorite perfume - Ginger Essence by Origins. The next thing I knew, I as headed to Century City. I knew it was a big reward, for really such a small accomplishment on a long road but hell, do you have any idea what I had to do to accomplish that? I fought off chicken strips, french fries and Reese’s peanut butter cups! As soon as I sprayed a little on myself I said "Good job, girl" and smiled.

I met my mom for lunch and I had the rotisserie chicken - no extra sauce, with a double serving of vegetables.