So, my birthday went off without a hitch. Everybody was well. I take all the credit of course. I used the old reverse psychology trick. Expect everything to go right and it will go to hell in a handbasket. Expect everything to go wrong and everything will be just peachy. And it was. Peachy, that is.
Mr. Daddy gave me a gift certificate to a spa for an hour massage. (Squee!) My stepsister gave me a gift card to Starbucks -- just in time for gingerbread lattes! Yum! And my other stepsister gave me a beautiful Venetian glass necklace and matching earrings. My mom gave me tickets to a Georgia game earlier in the season, but on Saturday cooked me a delicious meal and a completely decadent and weight watcher- busting chocolate cake.
I also received two bloggy awards, which I will acknowledge more fully later today. Thanks so much ladies! Those awards made my day!
Speaking of weight watchers, I twittered this today, but I am only .2 pounds away from my 10% weight loss goal, which was 15 pounds. It's taken me 16 weeks to get the weight off, but I figure the slower it comes off, the more likely it is to stay off. I'm not sure how much more I want to lose -- probably not more than 5 pounds more. I'm pretty happy with where I am now since I was able to get into a pair of size 8 pants on Friday for the first time in AGES!
I'm really proud of myself for sticking with it this time. I'm starting to notice a real shift in my eating habits. For one thing, I'm starting to pay real attention to when I'm full and actually trying to stop eating before I feel stuffed. And I'm doing a much better job at it than I used to. I'm also thinking about what I eat before I put it in my mouth -- is it worth it? Sometimes it is, but sometimes it isn't. I've worked hard to lose this weight and sometimes that snack is just not worth putting the weight back on.
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