Quick note

I have a 7 year old home puking, so just a quick stop at the office and a quick post to you stalker friends. I would hate to leave you hanging after not even a week back in the saddle...
Narrowly avoided epic failure last night. Sick daughter. Son at a track meet didn't get home until 10 and "can't find a ride." (I hate when he pulls this card. He never asks. I'm sure there are several people who drive home within 5 miles of our home and would happily take him if we would ask, but I digress.) And of course no husband to be found....this is when I start to think about cookie dough. But alas, no cookie dough touched the lips, or the hips, however, I did eat a 6th MF meal of brownie bottom PB soft serve.
My skewed perception kicked in again yesterday, although in reverse. I picked up a couple of pairs of pants at a garage sale yesterday "thinking" they would fit, no problem. Then I got home and reminded myself, "Lardass, you gained back 20 pounds." These pants come no where close to fitting. At least I didn't spend a lot on them. They are now hanging on the wall of my bedroom staring at me. Mocking me. (Along with a pair of size 11 Hollisters I found at a second hand store that have zero elastic in them so they had zero chance of fitting, even when i was at my lowest last December.) So....that is what I will try to think of when anger, frustration, annoyance and other "issues" make me reach or long for cookie dough. I will take the pants of the wall, I will hug them and love them and stroke them and call them George. I will try them on and remind myself of how far or close I am from fitting them and I will be inspired. At least that's the plan. There is a small part of me that thinks I may try them on and say, "See Lardass--you ain't fitting these, grab the cookie dough." (Gee my inner monologue makes it sound as tho I have rolls of cookie dough filling my refrigerator, which I don't: cookie dough to me, seems like it is a universal happy food.) I will try to beat that person down, that naysayer that Debbie Downer. Progress and smaller ass that is what we're looking for here folks.
Today's reason for losing weight: The afore mentioned skinny jeans that mock me incessantly.
Today's goal: While home with sick Miss Jaci, avoid the urge to snack mindlessly, even if it is on pickles, celery or by splitting a L&G.