Today was a crazy day. Because of everything I needed to do today (at the centre of which was a return intercity bus trip to Fredericton for a two-hour meeting), I actually had to lay out a plan -- a plan which was blown to smithereens at 6:45 AM with the shrieking of Hubby's 24-hour service pager.
(This morning was the first time I was shaking with frustration that there's a perfectly good car in the driveway -- full of gas! -- that I'm not legally allowed to drive without a co-pilot. It would have made my life so much easier this morning.)
So I took a cab to weigh in at WW. He waited for me while I went in. While I was on the scale, my cell phone started tangoing -- it was Hubby, who was now free from the service call. I told him to meet me at the bank, since the cab had turned down calls while waiting for me. Cab took me to the bank. I got money at the bank and Hubby took me to the grocery store so I could get some portable breakfast. Then I went to the bus station and bought my ticket and boarded the bus to Fredericton. This entire paragraph took place within forty minutes. It was a mad dash, to say the least!
So, I'm down 2.6 pounds this week! That means another star (but I'm going to wait 'til next meeting to get it -- I want applause, dammit.) :)
After my meeting in Fredericton, I had about four hours to kill, so I went to Chapters. I love that bookstore! But then I realized I was starving, so I headed down to the food court, praying that the McDonald's was still there, in spite of what the mall website said. (It was.) I wish other fast food chains would put their nutritional info online. Anyway ...
As I sat there eating my salad, I realized something. I was in a different city, feeling a little mopey because my friend had moved away, and I was in a food court surrounded by all of the crazy food I'd been craving for weeks. No one I know would have seen me if I'd suddenly flipped out and treated the entire food court as my own personal buffet. I could have gotten away with it completely, without anyone ever knowing -- and I was still sitting there contentedly eating my salad. I even toyed with the idea of getting some ice cream, but decided not to because I wasn't quite sure what my points level was like for the day -- I was going to have to "do the math" at home. These are good signs, folks. It's like I've really given the fat an eviction notice this time.
Very shortly afterwards, however, I discovered one of the hazards of weight loss. The elastic in my underwear, used to being stretched to the max around my backside, no longer has the same amount of backside to cling to, and has long since lost its elasticity. So when I stood up to dump my garbage, my underwear slid down off my backside, and the front rolled down to meet it. If I hadn't been wearing pants, I'm sure it would have immediately hit the floor as the crotch was the only thing holding things up! Needless to say, I hastily made my way to the bathroom to rearrange things, hoping no one noticed the bizarrely conspicuous puffy band encircling my hips beneath my pants.
Sometimes, ladies and gents, being a stranger in a strange land has its perks, as I would have died from embarrassment had this happened in the mall at home.
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