Dear Blog; Day 50

Here we go again....New Week that would be week 8. I definitely had a case of the mondays. I was suppose to help my life coach in the office this morning but plans were changed to a later date.(I have to say I was glad for that) Since it was a holiday for the kids, my niece and nephew were over spending time with their mom and with the rest of us. I love those little (well actually not so little anymore)guys to death. I just love to squish on them and laugh with them and just plain spend time with them.

My life coach and I took a little detour (to anthem outlets)after dropping my car to the doctor (her check engine light was on). We needed a little one on one time to talk and talk and oh ya talk. (we are pretty good at talking, its actually kind of what we do best). One of us found a lil' sometin, sometin (yep only one of us came home with a shopping bag). A shopping trip is not considered a success unless someone comes home with a shopping bag. Upon returning, I was promptly drawn in to playing with and dressing up Mr. Potato head with my niece (my nephew joined later).

I have to admit something, I am kind of obsessed with Mr. Potato Head. Who would have thought my favorite toy is named after, and looks like a piece of food. That is so sad, I didn't realize that until just this moment. See I told you I have issues with food. Instead of food just dancing around in my head I now get to dress it up in women's or mens clothes or as disney characters; then set it on a shelf to stare at me glossy eyed with its fake toothy smile. Cruel I tell you cruel. If I could I would peel it, and fry it up for lunch, but I have heard that plastic isn't so good for you. So there they sit (yep they I have 4 potato heads)staring. So, I walk over and take out their eyes. Take that potato head no more staring for you! (*Warning* as you can tell I am a very disturbed person, but please do not call or send the crazy wagon to my house unless it has one large fully loaded pizza, 2 bags of salt and vinegar chips, a strawberry milkshake and a bag of popcorn, movie theater style; otherwise I will not get in. (Thank you very much).

I will admit I am getting a bit antsy I am kind of getting to the point where I do want to weigh myself so I can see where I am at. But like I have said before I am really really scared to. I don't know if I will be happy because I have lost some weight or be upset that it isn't as much as I think it should be. I don't want it to give me an excuse to go off program and binge. I guess to fix that problem I just have to tell myself that no matter what I am moving forward. I think I am going to do it but I am not going to do it until the 3rd of March which is my two month mark. On that day I will report the results good or bad...So be weighting I mean waiting!

Love Angela