Nope, no, that title didn't work at all. Sorry. I did totally forget about the scale this morning though. Which is a bummer because I exercised my arse off this weekend. I started stepping and reading harry potter and I think my legs fell off. I can't be sure because I was that distracted. It was a good thing. I'm going to employ that technique more often, it's good to multi task. I always feel so lazy when I'm reading. Laze no more with my new and improved system of resting a book on the bookcase while stepping in front of the bookcase. I'm a revolutionary here, I'm telling you.
I started off with a good thing and now I can share the very dissappointing thing. Of all the damn clothes I ordered last week the only ones that have arrived are completely ugly. I'm broke up over it really. My fabulous grey pants are actually black with white spots (why? how?) and the wide leg brown pants look like I died in a fat tree or something. I suppose it's good for the wallet if nothing else so there's that for a silver lining. And also the bakery is open again, which I needed to know like a hole in my head. Knowing I won't be here much longer makes it that much harder to deny myself chocolate croissants of a morning.
I'm quite proud of myself, I have three days worth of protein-y lunch all packed. That's most of my week tackled on the lunch front. If I can keep up my potter-cise for the week I might have a nice burst of success come next monday. There's nothing like a definitive pound loss to get your ass in gear and I'm determined to have one this week. It's February already, have to get a move on sometime. And I just realized that I missed my fat-a-versary with all the homeless jobless hoopla. Man, I was going to wax rhapsodic about all the pounds I totally haven't lost this year. Better luck next year I suppose. Or bust.