Okay, so how friggin' nutty is it that I am VERY happy that my period seems to be starting--albeit two weeks late?!?! The very visible bloating in my face and abdomen has gone down considerably and I feel OH so much better. Where's the party? Sign me up, I'm ready to go!

More good news:
I think I'll be able to get out and walk on Saturday morning. I'm barely limping with my shoe on.
I have kept the calories in check since the mishap earlier this week.
My boss finally declined my vacation request at 4:30 yesterday afternoon
He declined it because of a high-profile project that he wanted me on.
If I can get this new project ready to go by Wednesday of next week, THEN I can have vacation.
Quarterly bonus money comes tomorrow.
Tomorrow is Friday, baby.

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I am bored watching a log file so I am going to write about something I have been thinking about lately, and something I read on MSN.com this morning...

My sweet Prince Charming is 6'2 and all of 180 lbs on a "bad" day. I've been watching him eat for several months and just taking it all in. He eats all the time, he eats whatever he wants, and he doesn't have to exercise to keep his "figure." In fact, when we do exercise regularly, I have to feed him more because he shrinks. Okay, so now that I got myself all pissed off at him...where I was going with this is that what he does NOT do, is eat a lot. He eats small, whatever he wants, and eats frequently.

We all know that that is a healthier way of doing it, and I read something very similar on MSN today. I am honest-to-goodness at a point in my relationship with food that I absolutely do not have to eat a lot of food, and I don't like the way feeling full feels. I have been making an effort to transition to this eat all the time, but small quantities, thing and it makes me feel better.

After gaining some of my weight back when we moved back here from San Antonio, I have been able to maintain my weight within a few pounds (the 8 lb bloat from the last two weeks excluded) for several months now. That is an accomplishment all by itself. And I did it without meal planning, a lot of it without exercise, and excessive partying and drinking on most weekends. I was always aware of what was going into my body, had a rough idea of the calorie and nutritional content (or lack thereof ) and listened to my body. That is a successful lifestyle change. It took damn near three years to get to this point.

So I am ready to get the rest of this extra weight off my body. I am confident that once I get it off, it will stay off. I will be 33 in May and I don't see why I can't lose the last 75-ish pounds before then...or at least come really close.