[Where I Stood, Missy Higgins]

This is why I love David Cook, and why I am so glad he won American Idol.  Admittedly, after all of the David Archuleta hype I resigned myself to David Cook losing.  The thing is, I would have been happy either way.  Cook will put out a killer album.  But when Seacrest announced Cook as the winner I literally screamed.  Not let out a yip, but an actual scream.

How humiliating.

My husband was convinced that Cook would win  and that I was totally wrong  about Archuleta winning.  My logic was that if I was right about Cook losing then I wouldn't be let down because I expected it, and if he did somehow win when I would be jubilant because I totally didn't expect it!  I've thought all season that Archie is a really adorable and sincere kid with talent, yet I just can't imagine him packing stadiums with his style of music, especially not in 7 months- and counting- when the fickle fans flock to the next round of AI wannabes.   As for Cook, I get a little worn from the continual Chris Daughtry comparisons (though, may I note, I also loved him) but I think Cook has the opportunity to be every bit as successful in that niche of the music world.  He has his own flavor, and it's one I just happen to not be able to get enough of.  

Anyway, onto le foode.  I have actually been really on point (en pointe?) all week.  My steps for the last five days are literally just a hair under 5,000 per day on average, and my goal was 4,000.  I worked out hard on M & W, ate 2,200-2,600 calories each day (I'm actually ok to go up to 2,800 some days since I usually end up around 2,400 and I'm supposed to be at 2,600), and haven't had any sinful-eating episodes since the chili porkfest on Tuesday.  

So why- WHY- is the scale still saying 347 each morning?  Granted, TOM isn't over, but it's toward the end.  And even though I didn't work out for two weeks, I still didn't eat nearly enough to warrant the 18,000 or so extra calories needed to put this weight back on.  

Frick.

I know that's the way the cookie crumbles... I just wish that I could blame this stuck-edness in the 340's on some cookies.  At least then I'd know why I remain Captina Chubbina.  I'll keep working hard to get fit and hope my body decides to comply.

In other news, David Cook's singing voice- particularly ala his harmonizing in his Hero duet with Archuleta- makes my throat hurt, in a good way.

Also:  find and download (I recommend iTunes) the song Where I Stood by Missy Higgins.  You will not regret it.  Unless you have horrible taste in music, in which case I do not apologize for making you spend 99 cents on a song that doesn't suck.

This coming from the girl who bought 4 Minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake today.

There's just something about the way he sings, "We only got 4 minutes to save the world", what can I say?  I actually rather detest Madonna, but it was one song and only 99 cents.

On that note, have a lovely tres dios el fin de semana, chicos ;)