Weekend livelihood.
I completely forgot that I had made myself coffee this morning (I've been buying iced coffee in the sweltering heat lately, so this is a first in a fortnight). I shall update while I sip.
First and foremost, my birthday is in exactly one week. Does anyone else find that slightly bizarre? Where has time gone?
Also, I've decided I'd like my birthday treat to be a New York wine. I finally found a store that carries NY products: Bauer Wines carries Dr. Konstantin Frank Dry Riesling and a couple of Wolffer Estate chardonnays. Dr. Frank wouldn't be my ideal choice for a birthday wine but if it's all I can get, so be it **Note: this is not to say that this is not a good wine, in fact, this is a wonderful wine, but I would prefer my celebratory wine to be a dessert wine, as I'm really a sweet-drink girl at heart). Most of the Seneca Lake wineries don't have much of an exportation business. (My extended family would be thrilled to learn of my decision...let us reminisce about the Christmas gathering two years ago: Grandfather: *jawdrop* "You're drinking wine!" Uncle L: "Meg! Alcohol!! Good for you!!" Both: "Don't let your schooling get in the way of your education." I love my family.)
Yesterday was absolutely fantabulous. I very reluctantly dragged myself out of bed in the morning to attend my Weight Watchers' meeting, slogging through light rain, gray skies and extremely heavy humidity. After a week of heat-induced lethargy, I was not anticipating an improvement in my weight. But! I finally lost that infernal thirtieth pound! I've been fighting that monster for something like a month, now, perhaps more. I decided to celebrate by spoiling myself rotten, so I dashed off to the Cambridgeside Galleria (after an exceedingly giddy phone call home).
I bought a couple of necessities - notably two camisoles that I can wear under my biiiig, stretched-out, "I bought these thirty pounds ago" t-shirts so I can stop flashing the world every time I shrug. They're actually night-shirts, with lace around the top, and make me feel rather girly and giggly. I adore them.
I also found my motivation to get off my lazy behind and work to accelerate my weight loss.
Jacob is having an enormous end-of-season sale; their fall line is scheduled to hit stores in two weeks, according to the cashier. I went in on a whim, to lust over the expensive clothing and came out with $156 worth of trousers. I paid $20. Two pairs of trousers worth $78 each; steel blue with beige pinstripe and tan with sky blue pinstripe. They're a size too small for me right now, so I made sure to buy pants made of heavier fabrics so I can wear them and dazzle come the cool fall and wintertime. I am (as you may well know, for I complain about it bitterly enough) rather short, so they desperately need tailoring, but once I've dropped that pant-size, I'll go to the tailor shop down the street from the Weight Watchers' place.
So! Since I am so short, my ultimate goal for weight loss is another sixty pounds (frightening, isn't it, that I was so vastly overweight in the first place? I never really thought about it!). If I step up my efforts, meaning that I drop the "infernal one pound" lethargy that has plagued me for far too long, I should be able to manage a minimum of five pounds before classes start: my rest-of-summer idealistic goal, therefore, is ten pounds (what this means is that I'm shooting for eight). By mid-October, I should be a perfect fit for those trousers. I think I'll go back to counting individual points after this week, because that always makes me hyper-aware of how much garbage I eat (stupid bags of wonderfully salty Baked Lays...) and reminds me to keep an eye out for mindless snacking. I know I've been lagging horribly in that respect lately.
"Insanely happy" is the name of the game right now. That single pound makes me feel successful and thin and giddy.
Meh-heh, cold coffee. It's a good thing I don't mind cooled coffee because there's no microwave in this apartment.
Also, I need to stop watching Bollywood movies when I'm not at home. All the pretty saris make me miss M and S terribly.
First and foremost, my birthday is in exactly one week. Does anyone else find that slightly bizarre? Where has time gone?
Also, I've decided I'd like my birthday treat to be a New York wine. I finally found a store that carries NY products: Bauer Wines carries Dr. Konstantin Frank Dry Riesling and a couple of Wolffer Estate chardonnays. Dr. Frank wouldn't be my ideal choice for a birthday wine but if it's all I can get, so be it **Note: this is not to say that this is not a good wine, in fact, this is a wonderful wine, but I would prefer my celebratory wine to be a dessert wine, as I'm really a sweet-drink girl at heart). Most of the Seneca Lake wineries don't have much of an exportation business. (My extended family would be thrilled to learn of my decision...let us reminisce about the Christmas gathering two years ago: Grandfather: *jawdrop* "You're drinking wine!" Uncle L: "Meg! Alcohol!! Good for you!!" Both: "Don't let your schooling get in the way of your education." I love my family.)
Yesterday was absolutely fantabulous. I very reluctantly dragged myself out of bed in the morning to attend my Weight Watchers' meeting, slogging through light rain, gray skies and extremely heavy humidity. After a week of heat-induced lethargy, I was not anticipating an improvement in my weight. But! I finally lost that infernal thirtieth pound! I've been fighting that monster for something like a month, now, perhaps more. I decided to celebrate by spoiling myself rotten, so I dashed off to the Cambridgeside Galleria (after an exceedingly giddy phone call home).
I bought a couple of necessities - notably two camisoles that I can wear under my biiiig, stretched-out, "I bought these thirty pounds ago" t-shirts so I can stop flashing the world every time I shrug. They're actually night-shirts, with lace around the top, and make me feel rather girly and giggly. I adore them.
I also found my motivation to get off my lazy behind and work to accelerate my weight loss.
Jacob is having an enormous end-of-season sale; their fall line is scheduled to hit stores in two weeks, according to the cashier. I went in on a whim, to lust over the expensive clothing and came out with $156 worth of trousers. I paid $20. Two pairs of trousers worth $78 each; steel blue with beige pinstripe and tan with sky blue pinstripe. They're a size too small for me right now, so I made sure to buy pants made of heavier fabrics so I can wear them and dazzle come the cool fall and wintertime. I am (as you may well know, for I complain about it bitterly enough) rather short, so they desperately need tailoring, but once I've dropped that pant-size, I'll go to the tailor shop down the street from the Weight Watchers' place.
So! Since I am so short, my ultimate goal for weight loss is another sixty pounds (frightening, isn't it, that I was so vastly overweight in the first place? I never really thought about it!). If I step up my efforts, meaning that I drop the "infernal one pound" lethargy that has plagued me for far too long, I should be able to manage a minimum of five pounds before classes start: my rest-of-summer idealistic goal, therefore, is ten pounds (what this means is that I'm shooting for eight). By mid-October, I should be a perfect fit for those trousers. I think I'll go back to counting individual points after this week, because that always makes me hyper-aware of how much garbage I eat (stupid bags of wonderfully salty Baked Lays...) and reminds me to keep an eye out for mindless snacking. I know I've been lagging horribly in that respect lately.
"Insanely happy" is the name of the game right now. That single pound makes me feel successful and thin and giddy.
Meh-heh, cold coffee. It's a good thing I don't mind cooled coffee because there's no microwave in this apartment.
Also, I need to stop watching Bollywood movies when I'm not at home. All the pretty saris make me miss M and S terribly.