Updating Myself

With a new body, I've been seeking out clothes more than I used to. It always happens when I lose a little weight, but even more so now. I've been taking an opportunity to actually look at the clothing sale emails I get and have considered placing orders for lots of cute gear.

The fact is, I have so much (still) that I haven't worn and have been looking forward to wearing for just this time in my life. Some of it I'm a little afraid to wear. My hubby likes what I call, "naked" clothes and I'm a little self-conscious yet about wearing that stuff. I still have about 15 more pounds I want to lose and the plan is to get those off this summer. I've been wondering if I'll feel a little more self confident at that time to wear the "nakedness".

I haven't begun my workout plan this week like I wanted to. Some thing or another has sabotaged every morning that I would have gotten in a cardio session. It usually starts with whatever drama I've created the night before. For example, this weekend hubby has another show. We were up until midnight last night mixing his 60 second posing song for his routine (Didn't know I was a D.J., did you!). Anyway, after I completed the mp3 creation I knew there was no way I was going to get up and do the elliptical thing.

I don't dare say, "Maybe I'll start tomorrow," anymore because I keep jinxing myself. I do want to and the motivation is certainly there. I don't want arms flapping in the wind when I bust out the bathing suit. No matter what any one says, that is never a good look (young, old, big or skinny).

With all this updating, it really won't matter in a matter of weeks because I won't have to worry too much about my appearance. Working from home, I suppose I'll need only to update my sweat suits?! Of course, I'll still go out to grocery shop and taxi my kids. The occasional date with my hubby and church will be the time that effort is truly expended. It seems so weird! I could just look good for me and my dogs. Nah.

The night before, he kept me up discussing house projects we have to complete before the summer. Why do these discussions occur at night? Because, he doesn't get home until nearly 8 or 9 o'clock most evenings. An earlier night this week, we were helping the babe with her crazy math homework. I don't remember my homework being this insane in elementary school. What's going on, these days?

Whenever I do, I'm prepared. It's been two months and it's going to kick my tail all over the basement. I'll need plenty of potassium and apple cider vinegar for cramps and overall soreness. Why am I inviting all this agony? My hubby can't be the only one in the house who's rockin' a hard body. It's my turn.

Breaking up with the Scale

I've decided to do this, over the last couple of weeks. How freeing! Before, I would check almost daily...seeing if those pesky 15 pounds I picked up over the holidays were leaving (usually an up and down affair due to my unending water weight gain). Then, the funeral and traveling back south thwarted more plans for loss. You can't go back south and not eat, right? Real BBQ and Long Joh.n Silvers were calling my name! Yes, there is such a thing as self control, but I chose not to use it. I do not regret that choice. I knew I'd have work to do and I was up to the challenge.

Anyway, when I got back, I started working out full-force again. The portion sizes cut and better foods going into the machine were/are the goal. I'm going strong, feeling better and looking pretty good, but I'm avoiding the scale. I don't want to set myself up for defeat. Therefore, the scale and I are breaking up, parting "weighs" and agreeing to see other people. Oh, we'll meet on occasion for coffee and catch up on old times (perhaps in a couple of months), but our relationship was destructive and I've got to let it go. Free at last! Now, on to getting back into my "get it girl" jeans.

Ready for the Red Carpet

That's what a co-worker of mine told me this morning. I'm wearing an old (but very nice looking) two piece, pant set in black. I'm also wearing my "Starlet" mules with the rhinestone, silver accent on the peek-a-boo toe (remember those commercials of Star Jones promoting Payless shoes from the neck up? Even now, that's all we should be given the privy of seeing, with the mess she's done to herself).

I really didn't put much effort into my look, but she was very impressed. Later, the cute IT guy told me I looked very nice and gave me that terrific grin he has. This does great things for the ego, I gotta tell ya.

Others have made nice comments about my attire (only done for the sake of office company today who may or may not see me) and it just goes to show that I am really headed in the right direction. I have great clothes that need to step out and now that I'm shrinking, I'm dusting off the cobwebs and giving them an opportunity to be seen again. The outfit I'm wearing is a large, but is fitting quite loosely on me. I'm hopeful for tomorrow (for those who don't read my other blog, it's my weigh-day).

In less than a month, it will be my daughter's spring break and we've decided to plan our vacation for that time this year, rather than the summer. It's a little weird and I don't think it's quite kicked in that we'll be off and away on another adventure so soon (the adventure being a journey just a bit south of here, but an adventure nonetheless). It will be the second time we've journeyed as a foursome and I hope Indy handles it okay. Most of the trip will be by car and I think it will be a good time to try out the portable DVD player I won last year.

Hubby and I got into a bit of an argument about one of his Christmas gifts last night. It was really stupid and it continued for far too long, but here's the jest of it: I bought him a $50 gift card to Red Lobster as one of his gifts. He has said in the past that he doesn't like to go there very much because he feels he spends money for not enough food. My idea was to get him enough on a card to get as much as he wanted to fill him up. Last night, we were talking about arranging our next date and I told him about how hard it is to pick anywhere to go because of how picky he is. (I mentioned a dinner at Red Lobster where he complained the entire time). "That's because I hate Red Lobster." What? Okay. Then he says he's told me this before, but I don't ever remember him saying that. Only that they never have enough to fill him up. So, we go back and forth about it and the argument ended peacefully, but it was still an eye-opener.

Anyway, he's planning for us to use the card together for something, who knows what and I've decided to just buy gift cards (when I buy them for him) from Home Depot or Lowe's forever. That ought to solve that issue.

The day has been pretty uneventful, except for my boss freaking out a little bit over a project he reluctantly made for us. A few weeks back, he was like, "Well, if this doesn't happen, then we won't worry about it." I suppose he forgot that he said this. Now, he's at lunch wooing a potential vendor for our University. I hope they're having a good time eating Thai food and talking shop. I wouldn't mind the Thai food, I just don't want to talk shop.