Bummer

All I can say is:  BUMMER!

I haven't mentioned much of my weight-loss on here because I didn't want to jinx myself.  After I had lost about 10 pounds, I stopped exercising.  Not because I wanted to, but because I was having headaches.  Not migraines (okay, so some of them were pretty bad and my eyes hurt - but I wouldn't classify them as migraines - although it sounds better if migraines were what stopped my exercising).  So between headaches and lack of sleep (I'd wake up around 2 am and not go back to sleep until close to 4 am - and then I'd drag my butt out of bed and get to work in the nick of time) and work stress, I stopped.  Funny thing - I still lost weight.  As of last Sunday, I was down to ...  yes, I'm going to embarrass myself and say it ... 185 pounds.

Whew!  I announced it!  How EMBARRASSING!!!!

Anyway, I was so proud of myself.  My pants were very loose.  My jiggly gut was not as huge - still jiggly, but I SWEAR my boobies stuck out farther than my gut - and that is a miracle.  I felt really good about myself - just for the fact that I was finally losing something.  And that something kept me motivated to watch what I eat.

Seriously - I can't decide if it is the meds I am taking or if it is because I'm watching what I eat that is the factor in losing weight.  I was leaning toward the first one, but now I'm leaning toward the second.

See, McDonalds has their Coke cups out.  Yes, stupid Coke cups.  But I'm OBSESSED with getting them!  Last year all we got were the icky brown ones and one purple one.  This year I was bound and determined and get either 7 more purples (so I could get rid of the brown ones) or 8 green or blue ones so I could have a set.

Stupid McDonalds. 

Between those stupid, evil, delicious french fries and Thanksgiving and that stupid, evil, delicious coconut cream pie in the fridge, I've put on a few pounds.  Oh no, not just one pount, but three pounds.  It is terrible!  I weigh myself daily just to keep tabs on what I'm doing - it is a BIG motivator for me if I see the scale up half a pound (and the truly amazing part is that it rarely went up - it was steadily going down).  I didn't get on the scale monday or tuesday or wednesday morning - but when I got on Wednesday night I wanted to scream.  And it hasn't come down yet.

So, I'm motivated to watch what I eat.  That coconut cream pie is going in the trash tomorrow.  The two candybars my VT's gave me for my B-day will be going to someone skinny.  The Mountain Dew in the pantry will just have to be consumed by me.  Slowly.  (I can't give up EVERYTHING!).  And next time I watch Harry Potter or NCIS or House Hunters International, I will walk in place and run during the commercials.

And if the scales go up any - be prepared to hear a blood-curdling scream.  Everyone will hear it.