Leftovers

Some leftovers are better than others. Last week, to celebrate my new office move, I received three dozen roses in various shades of pink and cream. They were breathtakingly beautiful and beautifully surprising. I had never seen that (except at a funeral - maybe).

This may be the first time in my life that I am close to able to see how someone else may see me. I have always wondered. It almost confuses me to look in the mirror sometimes. I am open, finally, to a friendlier view of me. The week has been a less than optimal eating situation but I am human and I am processing overtime! A better understanding is on the way.

I love writing for you. It helps me to know that you like reading this. And I know some of you have been bragging, sweet thangs!

Vroom!

My office moved on Friday. I started Monday with my new fancy amazing (but not overly clear from my camera phone) view. Central Park in the middle, complete with great lawn and resevoir views. River on left (yes, I get the George Washington Bridge) and river on right. Who is spoiled?

No, it's not a clear picture but you can get the idea... now picture me. Behind the wheel. Woo hoo! There it is, in its new little garage. I feel like such a grown up.

Lots of new news really - new view (work moved), new car (whooooo), new beau...alas, same weight. So I am busting it to hit 50 pounds this week instead. And that's how it goes. I am one happy little hapster!

Wondering....

Whose booty that is? Well, it's mine. (Duh. I know.) Yeah, it's still above average in the size department but check out that significantly reduced caboose! Take the junk from my trunk.

Back on track these days and steady as she goes. Choosing three bean soup over corn chowder, fruit over ice cream is much more commonplace in my life. I have stayed on track for my ten- pounds-a-month goal for July and doing fine into August. At this rate, the new year should see me closer and closer to a healthy me! I now crave exercise every day and cannot ignore its effect on my mood. Grocery shopping is simple - skipping the inner turmoil that used to rule really makes the Fritos shelf a breeze. I think this week will see me hit the 50 pound mark. So what if it has been years in coming? It's here! A small celebratory treat is in order... say along the lines of... a CAR! :) Yes, no one neeeeeds a car in Manhattan but hey, it's gonna be so fun! (That's not the car in the picture, by the way.) Toot toot! (Uh, that was the car, not the caboose.)

Today: 257

It still is so much. And at the same time, so far from 305. I will be giving clothes away this weekend. And tailoring my favorites. No turning back.