Everything Fried and Alcoholic

Weight: 6.5 lbs lighter
Listening to: Unsolved Mysteries
Mood: Good

Every so often I run into someone who dyes their hair, and have by now forgotten what their natural hair color is. I always thought that was a little ridiculous, until I realized that I have long since forgotten what my natural hair style is. I'm usually straightening it, putting it up in curlers or using a very specific combination of hair products to "enhance the natural curl" that I've totally forgotten what it looks like when I do nothing to it. Today I find myself letting my hair dry on its own to see where it ends up. So far so good. It's still curly, but still has yet to show how curly it is. And I really did forget how incredibly soft it is. After the craziness of spring break and Easter, I'm spending my last day of "vacation" watching my hair dry and doing laundry.

It had been so long since I have actually had a Spring Break, that I forgot how to handle myself and spent most of it buzzed on a variety of alcohols and chowing down on cheese burgers and sweet potato fries. (The Counter has the best sweet potato fries, if you're on the search.) I actually did try to balance it out by eating light for most days out of the week, but I certainly did have my fill of gluttonous behavior. So when Friday morning came around, I wasn't going to bullshit myself.

I knew I had totally indulged in everything fried and alcoholic and I had a total disregard to my fatness. So when I stepped on that scale of torture, I was praying that I maintained my weight, at the very least. My prayers were not answered that morning, when I discovered that I actually had gained back one pound. But that's when something interesting happened. Having gained back that one pound gave me more motivation to staying on track and counting my points then when I lost five pounds! Huh. Well, let's not make this a habit . . . .

I carefully listened to everything they talked about, wrote down some notes and burned TEEN into my memory - Try Everything, Eat Nothing. That was going to be my plan for Easter! I had decided to make Easter dinner on my own for two reasons - 1) to have more control over the menu, and thus make it healthier. That didn't work out so well. I still have a pound of butter sitting in the fridge, if you need any. And 2) Kai and Shelby, who ended up not going to my sister's after all.

Maybe if I had gone to my sister's I would have avoided the near death experience of my thumb. There I was happily slicing veggies on a mandolin slicer until my thumb decided to pick a fight with the blade . . . . . . . . and lost. After swearing and jumping up and down a bit, I ran to the bathroom to put it under water. Oh my gawd it hurt SO BAD. AND WHERE THE HELL IS BRIAN?? HERE I AM DIEING AND HE IS NOWHERE!! Oh, wait there he is. We were both kind of shocked by the amount of blood a small little cut could cause, and believe me it was all over the bathroom counter. It wasn't clotting very quickly, and it bled through the first band-aide. I didn't think I needed a stitch, so I held my hand up over my head in the kitchen while I played supervisor in the kitchen to Zara and Brian for the rest of the event.

All in all, I think dinner turned out well and everyone seemed to enjoy it. So today I'm resting up my thumb and recovering the place from Easter. It's also a little funny that I decided today to watch my hair dry, since today is my recommitment to my points, and believe me after yesterday I have no extra points in my back pocket. I'm also looking forward to Friday morning, which will be my first session with a physical therapist to try and recover my knee. I have no idea what to expect, but I do know this - is some sort of semblance of a workout, which is what I desperately need at this point!