Lunch & Things

Favorite lunch lately has been a grandenonfatsugarfreevanillalatte and a cookie or a cafevanillalightfrappacino and a cookie. I'm sure the weight is just melting off my hips. I still haven't looked at the weight the lady wrote down in my Weight Watchers book from almost two weeks ago but I am bound and determined to go get my fat ass weighed tomorrow and have it be less than what it was then. We'll see, and I'll for sure report back.

Yesterdays' nine a.m. wake-up call made for an exceptional day! And I was able to squeeze in two sessions of exercise. Tukey rode his bike and I walked to Starbucks (where I indulged in above mentioned lunch) and then came home. That's three miles, but if you calculate the calories of the intake of food vs. the calories expended on the walk, then I'm still probably in the negative zone. Then, I did go to Yoga last night, where I could choose if I was a tall oak tree, a rotting blade of grass or a blooming tulip. I really didn't feel like any of those things, but was glad I went.

We finally got rid of our hot tub yesterday. I swear, we couldn't PAY someone to remove it for us. It was in good shape, still worked, but we just didn't have the time or energy for the upkeep of it. When the lucky folks who we gave it to drove away, Diva came running in crying hysterically, "I miss our hot tub! I loved our hot tub!" She never even sat in it, we never even turned it on. "I want our hot tub back!" I solved the crying jag by offering her something I knew would calm her down: Two Hershey kisses and eight M&Ms.