A Friday quickie for ya :)

This week was good on the eating front. I think the one area that could use some attention is eating big dinners. A few times this week dinner was 1,000-1,200 calories, which isn't a huge deal since I have averaged 2,400 a day and only went over 2,600 cal by 10 calories once. But the problem with a big dinner is that I wake up and don't want to eat a big, filling breakfast in the morning, which is what revs up my metabolism. For the second day in a row the thought of a eating a heavy bowl of oatmeal made me wanna hurl.

On the exercise front it was weak. I was too sick Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday I did something that was, at the time, much more prudent [more on that in a minute], and last night I actually just plumb forgot. I'm going on a little retreat with the community group gals tonight and will get back late-ish tomorrow, then Sunday we're going apartment hunting, so I'm a busy little quesadilla this weekend. But the good news is that I did take some measures to intentionally get more steps in (parking far away on purpose, etc) so I actually feel ok about this. And on steps, I did get about 4,000 a day (usually 3,800 measured but I don't put it on while I'm getting ready in the morning and usually take it off around 8 at night... tough to clip on a pedometer when you're favorite home attire doesn't include pants) so I'm ok with where I am. I know I'll need to step it up, but I feel good about not lazing around and eating like a pork chop. I want Jesus more than food, and that's a HUGE leap for me :)

Ok, last thing- what I did on Wednesday night- I plucked and cremed away my eyebrows and upper lip hair. Seriously- I think that losing weight has somehow shot my facial hair growing capacity into overdrive. Generally, I want to get healthy and I wouldn't change anything about my body with a magic wand in terms of not-knobby knees, smaller nose, etc. But I would do one thing- zap my freaking facial hair. I grow a femoustache faster than anything. To be fair, my hair (as in long, luscious locks... kidding) grows really fast, too. But I hate- HATE- the upper lip catastrophe on my face. I feel so much better about life when my eyebrows are plucked and my femoustache is annihilated (at least for a week or two).

So, on that note, I have decided that my getting-under-300-pounds reward shall be electrolysis on my upper lip. I never struggle with hating pretty-bodied models in magazines (I may be fat but I'm really ok with my own body, even more so as it keeps shrinking), but I always catch myself thinking mean thoughts about the women the make-up ads with the [fake and retouched 5,000 times, I know] flawless skin and oh-so-smooth upper lip. I want to kick them.

Ergo, I need to keep losing weight because Sally Hansen just isn't meeting my needs the way she used to. We're gonna have to bring in the laser guns.

Have a lovely weekend :)