Minus 22

Minus 22 in the hizzle, and here's the drizzle: *

1. I can fit two fingers between my watch band and my wrist. So when I'm feeling sorry for myself because I still can't get in a smaller size of pants, I can say to myself, "Self, you have lost at least an eighth of an inch off of your wrists. So shut up."

2. I had forgotten that one of the nicest things about Fall is that jogging is so. freaking. much. easier. in the chilly air. I am not ENJOYING it, but I am finding that there are stretches of at least two seconds apiece during which I can actually forget that I am jogging. That NEVER happens in the Summer.

3. I am SO tired of the Jenny food and am thinking of going it on my own once my contract is up at Thanksgiving. I'm not finding it that hard to diet or exercise daily anymore, so I'm not worried that I might throw in the towel altogether. I'm just thinking of counting the calories and going back to Lean Cuisines. Cost is a MAJOR factor in that line of thinking. Jenny is great, but Jenny is ONE EXPENSIVE BROAD.

I was prepared to not lose any weight this week because of the approximately two cups of candy corn party mix, eight green apple slices with caramel-Heath Bar dip, nine Ritz crackers with chicken salad and one chocolate chip cookie that I may or may not have eaten at Bunko last Thursday night. I had prepared to eat or not eat that amount of delicious food by eating only a quarter cup of cashews and drinking four Diet Cokes for the entire day before I went. It was the only way I could think of to enjoy my evening without feeling as though I were going to gain five pounds in two hours. But it was a definite risk.

Well. After jogging my little heart out to try to work it off by yesterday morning, I still lost one-and-a-half pounds for the week. But let me tell you, Internet, even if I hadn't, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN TOTALLY WORTH IT.


* Can't WAIT to hear what my sister has to say about THAT.