Random

Well I made it to weigh-in on Saturday. With one of my lucky charms in tow. Although it should be noted that the only reason she came is because she wanted a bagel....which her sister got when she came with me to WW last week. It was a good week. I lost, which always makes me happy. The leader made a big stink out of how much. It was nice and embarrassing at the same time. Personally, I'm on the fence about sharing. I'll do it sometimes, but not every week. I am all for celebrating success but I don't need my ego stroked every week. If that makes sense. Had a fabulous weekend with friends and food. Including a reunion lunch at one of my favorite restaurants (Windsor, Central & Oregon) with my colleagues from Girl Scouts followed by dinner and a movie with my husband and friends. And I didn't count a single point. I had Coke. And dessert. And I opted for the homemade chips instead of mixed greens with my salad. And I enjoyed every bite.

Back on the wagon Sunday.

Normally this isn't an issue. But yesterday I seemed to have a case of the munchies. Didn't really have anything "bad," but after a while I have to think it's quantity over quality. Something a little similar happened tonight. Who knows? That said, I'm wondering if I'm getting my period (I know, TMI, but it's a natural thing).

What else. . .spurred on by some awesome friends I hit the gym the last two days. I like running. But I am getting frustrated that I can't seem to run more than three minutes at a time without having to stop. I can easily ride the elliptical for 45 minutes or ride the bike. But I can't seem to break the three minute barrier. I had frieds this weekend run the PF Chang's Half Marathon. 90+ minutes of running. In a row. Without stopping. For 13 miles. Ho. Ly. Shit. Not to marginalize my efforts, but I run the equivalent of across the parking lot at the mall (to a sale). I know I have to keep at it. And believe me, I will. But I keep waiting for it to get easier. And it doesn't. Or maybe it is getting easier and I can't see it. I did go ahead and sign up for a race on March 3. I heard there are hills. My ass is already preparing to be kicked.

Wife Swap is on as I write this. I will never understand why people go on that show.

And the dress saga continues, but I am cautiously optimistic there will be a happy ending. My backup dress choice (which was very similar to the one I originally had my eye one) went on sale. It was half off. I ordered two, in two different sizes. Fingers crossed the this works out. I hope so. Because finding a dress has been stressful. As was my trip to Macy's yesterday. Seemed like everything was either too big, too small, or too expensive.

Sigh. I don't know what my problem is tonight. Which is why I a going to crawl into bed and watch Fashion Police with Joan Rivers. It's the Golden Globes special. Maybe the snark will lighten my mood.