One measly pound

Each morning I have been getting on the scale and it reads the same number. Day after day after day. (okay so its only been three days). This morning it moved one pound down! I was feeling good and repeating the mantra in my head, "one pound a week is 52 pounds in a year". Then I checked Staci's blog (another manager at work). That creep has lost seven pounds this week. Dang. I chalked it up to her being twenty years my junior and moved on.

It's a good thing my husband doesn't read blogs. This gives me license to confess publicly those things he may never realize.....like why his protein bars are MIA. I decided I like those little peanut butter ones and I don't always plan my menu so I just take one at a time and slide them into the dark chasm of my gigantuan purse. (Is gigantuam a George W word? I always loved it when he made up words). ANYWAY, at some point he will question me about them and I will cock my head sideways and squint my eyes and say, "Hmm" like I am really concentrating on where those little rascals could be. And he will saunter off and that will be that. I love that man.