I can't report how much weight I've lost because I've been speeding up the car every time I pass by the Weight Watcher's facility. It's almost become comical how many times I've joined and rejoined and joined again. I'm still plugging away, nuking those Lean Cuisines and trying not to eat much more than fat free popcorn after 7ish. But I've just been so all over the place with my moods lately I don't want to hear that I gained. Or didn't lose. I fear that I would start wildly knocking 2 point bar boxes in a hissy fit if that happened.
And I accidentally left my Weight Watcher's booklet at the library. It's so damn tattered because it's the same one I've been carrying around since I started this attempt over a year (and 35 pounds) ago. The librarians very nicely tucked it into a copy of The Doodlebops that I had on reserve. For a fast minute I stressed that they knew how much I once and currently weighed. But then I realized it's not like my ass is keeping any secrets.
And husband and I have been arranging for a sitter to come by on the weekends more and more lately. So much so that I don't insist he take me to BW3's for wings and beer everydamntime. I might mix it up now that we go out more than once a month. And it's been really nice to hang out together again. I think sex, dates and drinking are pretty much key to a contented marriage. When we start nitpicking at each other it's pretty safe to assume somebody hasn't gotten laid, I need to eat somewhere that doesn't have a feces smelling playland attached to it or we're out of beer.
Though I have to say that we've been quite lopsided in the marital bliss department again. Weekend nap times have become something of a standoff. The kids are in bed. We're both showered and the last thing I want to do is get horizontal. Dude, JoAnn Fabrics is open. I have no children to care for and I can leave the house by myself. Mostly, I'm just kinda low these days and so if I find the energy to shower, do my makeup and apply perfume the idea of "undoing it all" and starting over exhausts me.
I also went out with a couple of newish girlfriends last weekend and had a really nice time. We drank margaritas and then sangria and then margaritas again. At one point we started talking about the parts of our bodies that we wished were like they were before we had children. "I want my boobs back!" one said. "No, it's my hips - they are so wide they'll never go back!" said another. And then somebody (looking around) said, "I just want my p#@*y back."
Yea, I don't have a blurting problem. Nope. Not me. But we had lots of fun and stayed until the restaurant closed down and we got kicked out.
And that was my gin tipping week. Kinda trying to lose weight, working on staying connected (sorta) with husband and trying to find some new friends to laugh with.
What about you girls?