Keep on rockin' in the free world...

Ok, I have absolutely no idea why I called this post what I did. Except that I have been rockin' with IE lately, and I'm feeling really cute today (still rockin' my new shoes from last week), and...well, there are no more "ands." But isn't that ENOUGH? I mean, self-esteem is up, weight is down (oh, yes. I am down 5 pounds as of the other day. But more on this in a minute). What more could I ask for??

So...first, because it's shorter and easier...I look damn cute today. I'm not wearing anything out of the ordinary. Black slacks, my new shoes (described previously, I won't put you through it again), and a blue 3/4 sleeve teeshirt with an interesting neckline (kind of a combo between a sweeheart and a queen anne...and yes, I had to look those up). As usual, my hair is in a pony tail, and I have no makeup on. Doesn't matter. I'm adorable.

Now, for the longer stuff. I have been kicking ass and taking names lately with paying attention to my eating. So many successes, I don't know if I can remember them all. I last posted on Wednesday. So lets see. I have:

-Consistently eaten what I WANTED to
-actually STOPPED eating when I was full (not over stuffed, though...not ONCE)
-Ive had internal conversations going (yes-that means I'm talking to myself. But silently. Only half crazy), and they have included things like "I should eat breakfast now. I don't want anyone to think I'm a pig. Wait. I'm not hungry right now. And who CARES what they think? They all eat breakfast there too. And if I'm not hungry now, why shouldn't I wait until I get to work, instead of while I'm driving. And my half a bagel and sausage sandwich is NOT that much anyway. And even if it was, it's none of their business." Ok...this actually went on for longer in my head. But the point was that I was telling myself that what other people think doesn't matter. And it doesn't. But the fact that I *knew* this was the impressive part.
-I did NOT stop for dinner after Teen Night. I usually want something to eat...but I thought about it and I wasn't hungry.
-Got on the scale and I was down 5 pounds. OK...so this actually isn't a good thing that I got on the scale. But in my defense, I was prepared for it to say the same thing...I really did not expect to have lost. And when I did, I realize that a big part of it is water weight from TOM ending. Which will be back in 3 weeks. (Ugh.) But it was nice to see that I wasn't quite so cow like this week. And maybe if I keep up the stuff I have been doing right (listening to my body...) in 3 weeks my starting number will be what it was now...and at the end of that other week, it will be down another 5. Ok...that's wishful thinking. And diet mentality. Kind of. I'm not purposely trying to lose. I am however trying to pay attention. Not even eat healthfully...as I sit here with cucumbers on my desk. Again, in my defense, I love me some cucumbers. Especially with seasoned salt (the shaker of which is right next to the bag of cucumbers). Or oil and vinegar...more vinegar than oil. YUM. But I digress. I'm not eating that to be healthy. I like it. Always have. Healthy is a bonus in this case.

I also just got an email about cake and ice cream for birthdays. Ugh. Honestly, I'm getting tired of that. We've done it 4 times in 2 weeks. And yet, I will probably get at least minor attitude when I say no thanks. Because usually, I don't like the kind of ice cream they get. And I'm odd...I like ice cream in the winter. I much prefer fruit based frozen stuff in the summer (Rita's, Dryers whole fruit bars, etc). I know. Weird. And half crazy. Or maybe this puts me to all crazy. Doesn't matter. Get over it.

On another note, Kate, I "pft" you. "Lill Eats." *sigh* Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean everyone needs to KNOW about it. Oh. Wait. I'm the one telling them, aren't I? Well, ok. Fine. Lill Eats it is. Maybe I should rename this page?

Oh...and to update on the $400 cat toilet...we stopped listening to the "Acclimation Guide" that came with it (which said to leave the old box set up and just not clean it and the cats would naturally use the new one). Yeah. That wasn't working and it was starting to stink. So we emptied and covered the old box (it's still there, but they can't get to it...we are going to clean it and keep it for emergencies), and I've been snuggling with Bandit, who is the only one that has "box anxiety"...I held her in the new one, and petted her until she calmed down, then when we were running the flush cycle, I picked her up and stood by it and petted her...and he seemed to calm down a little...and is evidently using it, because we have finally had poo in the box. BFT. So far, it works pretty well. Though the sanitizer smell isn't the best. Tolerable, but it smells like a hospital. So anyway...the life and times of me, right?

Because you know, it's all about me. Happy Bunny says so.