Must. Not. Lick. Blender. Blades.
That's just a public service announcement. No matter how freaking good the ice cream is, don't lick the blender blades. I've started to get the extra ice creamy goodness out from the blender attachment with my finger, but believe you me, it takes all my will power not to lick it clean. I heart the soft serve. Have you noticed? I just finished a nice mint chocolate one.
Life's been so crazy, and it's been hard to get over here and blog. I've slowly begun losing again. That gain of 10 pounds in July really sucked. I'm now about 5 pounds from where I was before. And only about 7 weeks away from my wedding.
Holy hell. 7 weeks. How much can I lose in 7 weeks? And will my gown fit? Ak. I go for a fitting on Sept. 16......
You know what really burns my ass? When sales people in the wedding industry say "oh, you're a bride. You'll lose tons of weight before the wedding." Really?! Really. Tons? Where are my tons!? I got no stinking tons. Except on my ass. I got lots of tons there. They're just not coming off.
Now I'm to blame, and I know it. I've been remiss. I've been lenient. I've been weak. But between working, raising my maniacal son, caring for my neurotic goat dog, picking flower colors, wedding bands, photographers, DJs, and writing my wedding homework (that's right folks. Homework! You get homework when you get married....), it's been a little hard to stay focused on eating well. And let's just say cleaning the house has become a vague and distant memory.
And let's not even discuss registering. Nope. Just not gonna go there.
Now, I've been drinking tons of water, and I still swear that the more I drink, the easier my scale finds it to slide down. So I just keep on chuggin' away and peeing like a race horse (FYI- Racehorses pee a lot. And I mean, a lot). I'm sticking to plan as closely as I can, and I'm trying to be kind to myself regardless of my choices.
At least I'm still getting compliments. Yesterday one of the men in my office building stopped me from down the hall and said "you look fantastic". I turned and told him, well, I've lost nearly 50 pounds (It was 49.5 pounds before vacation, dammit! Now it's 44.....).
We talked a little about how we've both been trying to lose weight, and he said he'd been exercising a lot. Sigh. There it is again. That dirty little word. Exercise.
Perhaps I need to start doing a bit of that. I've been very resistant to the idea. But, if the Borg have taught me anything, and I know that they have, it's that resistance is futile. It might just be time to ramp up the Wii Just Dance.
Oh, and just as an aside, I went to my summer camp's 45th annual reunion this week, and it was nice not to be large marge there. It's been 25 years since I've seen some of those folks. Here's a picture of me with an old friend who was my counselor back in 1985! I'm in the purple sundress. (I'm just a dress wearin' fool these days!)
Anyway, I'm going to take some solace in the fact that even though I'm 5.5 pounds up from where I was a few weeks ago, the scale *is* actually moving down and I'm still looking good enough to have someone else notice all the weight I've lost.
In the meanwhile, I need to crack the whip and get ready for..... Operation: Bridal Gown.