Sooooo I got up early this morning (aka 7:30) so that I could start doing laundry and try to again focus on packing. But first....the weigh in. I got on the scale looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath and looked down. 6 lbs. My last weigh in was on the 2nd of march....so in almost 3 weeks I have gone down another 6 lbs. About 2.5 lbs a week. I can't complain. That is great. Could I tighten things up a bit yes, but I am not bummed or upset by that kind of weight loss. It is safe and it is healthy and it is in the right direction...going down.
I stepped off the scale and promptly went to the closet and pulled out a pair of older jeans that I haven't seen in a long while. I put one leg in and then the other...and then I tugged them up. All the while thinking, these are not going to fit. But I did a little adjusting and a bit of pulling and wahlaaaaaaa I got them buttoned and zipped. So weird. So I had to wake up my life coach to make sure that I was still breathing and that I actually had them on. She made some sexual harassment comment about my butt which I just brushed off (aka she said it looked cute). I am not quite comfortable wearing them out in public, but I am pretty excited that I was able to get them on and I didn't even have to lay down on the bed to zip them up. It just gives me a bit of confidence to continue what I am doing and that I know it is working.
I finally made it down stairs to do laundry. Whew what a morning....
More on the rest of the day later.
Love Angela
End of the day. My life coach dragged me and my grandma (willingly) all over town. Store after store after store. I am not quite ready for clothes shopping yet. Just looking at clothes gives me hives and I start to hyperventilate! So I lived vicariously through my life coach's clothing parade today. She found some great stuff. After arriving home and unloading the days purchases we all kept bumping into each other as we stood around the island feeding our faces. We were definitely ready for our meals.
I went to dinner a couple of hours later with a friend of mine. She is the friend I borrow the scale from. We met at the usual place I go to. I love throwing the peanut shells on the ground it is just so liberating to just throw trash on the floor and not have to pick it up! I just go to do that. It is the little things in life that bring us joy. We had great conversation she has some of the funniest stories, the best part is they are funny and true! I just sit there with my mouth open shaking my head. I keep thinking I know these stories are true, they are just too good to be made up. After parting ways I headed home. Laundry was calling my name. I have to say its pretty creapy when you hear your socks calling your name from the laundry basket; wash us angela, wash us!
Disclaimer: Do not read this part if you do not appreciate bathroom humor or stories because that is just what this is. Don't say I didn't warn you.
So at the end of dinner I started to get that gurgle bubbling feeling in my stomach. You know the warning noises and feelings when things are just not right in your intestines. Well, I tried to ignore it, blow it off as nothing. On the way to the car it got worse. As I was talking to my friend I can feel myself break into sweat and start to clench the buttcheeks a little tighter feeling the panic start to set in. As I tried not be too obvious that I was heading for stomach disaster I said my goodbyes and found comfort in my car. I pulled out of that parking lot like my tires were on fire! I started Lamaze breathing and kept telling myself you will make it you will make it. As I screamed around the corner to my house and pulled in front I barely had time to shut the door and lock it as I made a hasty run to the door. I have to say it is really hard to move quickly when you cheeks are clenched so tight! I threw opened the door, slammed it behind me and remembered that I had roughly 15 steps I had to climb up before I could reach the sanctuary of the bathroom waiting for me. My life coach decided that right then was the best time to have a conversation. I just flew past her and up the stairs; I was on a mission. I made it, despite all of the obstacles in my way. The button on the pants, the stairs, the lock on the bathroom door. Then, lets just say, the atomic bomb was child's play compared to the damage I did. (I know way to much information, sorry). There is not enough bathroom spray in the world to take care of what happened in there. Life was again set right. Crisis was averted. I tell you this story because it was funny but also because I learned a lesson. I am not allowed to sneak anything from the fridge that has any sort of grease or fat to it. (breakfast sausage was the culprit this time). It reminds me that it isn't ok to cheat, and fatty foods are the devil's snack! (I know all of you are thinking to yourself of a time you were in a bathroom crisis....its ok to snicker to yourself, i am still laughing about and it happened to me!)
On that note. I am going to bed. I have procrastinated long enough and now I have everything to do tomorrow...what joy!
Love Angela
YEAH!!! GO ANGELA GO ANGELA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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