Better U Tuesday
...and despite yesterday's excesses, I finished the week half a pound lighter than last week. All things considered, that's not too bad. Now that I have pants that fit, people are looking at me funny when I say I have twenty pounds to go to my goal. "Are you sure?" "Yes, according to the charts, I still have twenty pounds to lose."
Come to think of it, this may be the end of the BetterU programme - yes, apparently it is. I just went over to Faster Than Kudzu and found that Joshilyn's post is called "Better (Stick a Fork in) U". I guess we're done. At least, we're officially done. I still have some losing to do.
Officially, though, these are the stats:
Since I started my personal programme: 23.6 pounds lost.
Since June 1, the official BetterU start date: 17.6 pounds lost.
Had I realized that I was crossing the finish line, I'd have made sure to test my BP, but I didn't.
Thank you to all of you who have put up with these reports and said encouraging things so that I've been inspired to keep working at getting healthy (and skinny). And thanks to Joshilyn Jackson, who inspired us all.
You will note that there is no bikini photo accompanying this post. I did promise not to do that. ;>)
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Eejit Challenge
Oh, no. It's Monday already. Didn't we just have Monday? I forgot all about Totalfeckineejit's Monday poetry challenge until I opened Dominic Rivron's blog. The rule, you will recall, is that you write for five minutes. Period. No re-writes. Okay. Here goes:
An hour up the road,
Left my husband on the beach.
Shopped the day away.
I know. It's lame - but it's topical. That's what I did today (see the post below). And it's haiku. I stuck to a form.
Oh, no. It's Monday already. Didn't we just have Monday? I forgot all about Totalfeckineejit's Monday poetry challenge until I opened Dominic Rivron's blog. The rule, you will recall, is that you write for five minutes. Period. No re-writes. Okay. Here goes:
An hour up the road,
Left my husband on the beach.
Shopped the day away.
I know. It's lame - but it's topical. That's what I did today (see the post below). And it's haiku. I stuck to a form.
Girls' Day Out: The Report
What a lovely day. Jane and I took one of our not-often-enough days out. We drove up to Qualicum Beach, where our favourite consignment store is. This photo doesn't show the consignment store. It is the railway station, which is also quite charming. The photo comes from the wiki site that I've linked. There are photos of the shop, My Girlfriend's Closet, here.
Robin went along for the ride, but he didn't come with us on our shopping trip. When we got to Qualicum, we dropped him at the beach. He entertained himself there for the next three hours. Meanwhile, we went to MGC and I bought two pairs of long pants (one of them French Dressing), a pair of pedal pushers, two tops, a belt (Abercrombie and Fitch), a beaded bracelet, and a pair of shoes for what I would have paid for the one pair of French Dressing pants, had they been new.
Jane bought a sweater and pants, but I was the shopping champion today. Giddy with our shopping triumphs, we headed to the local Quality Foods supermarket, which features a very attractive and comfortable cafeteria-style restaurant. They serve something they call Wicked Chicken Thai soup. That soup, and the shopping heaven that is My Girlfriend's Closet, are the reasons we drive all the way to Qualicum for our getaway days, instead of playing in Nanaimo.
At two o'clock, we picked Robin up and headed back to Nanaimo. On the way home, Jane mentioned that she reads The Turtle every night, and that I have been remiss of late, not blogging every single day. I want it on the record that that was pretty nervy, given that she was the one spiriting me away for a day of frivolity when I could have been at home, sitting here in my big comfy chair, blogging. And then, she was the one who brought Franco and some food and wine from her house to go with the prawn curry that Robin and I made for dinner tonight, so that the four of us could while away a couple of hours out on the deck, eating and drinking and chatting. Nervy. Just nervy. Nice, and a great friend, but nervy. ;>)
What a lovely day. Jane and I took one of our not-often-enough days out. We drove up to Qualicum Beach, where our favourite consignment store is. This photo doesn't show the consignment store. It is the railway station, which is also quite charming. The photo comes from the wiki site that I've linked. There are photos of the shop, My Girlfriend's Closet, here.
Robin went along for the ride, but he didn't come with us on our shopping trip. When we got to Qualicum, we dropped him at the beach. He entertained himself there for the next three hours. Meanwhile, we went to MGC and I bought two pairs of long pants (one of them French Dressing), a pair of pedal pushers, two tops, a belt (Abercrombie and Fitch), a beaded bracelet, and a pair of shoes for what I would have paid for the one pair of French Dressing pants, had they been new.
Jane bought a sweater and pants, but I was the shopping champion today. Giddy with our shopping triumphs, we headed to the local Quality Foods supermarket, which features a very attractive and comfortable cafeteria-style restaurant. They serve something they call Wicked Chicken Thai soup. That soup, and the shopping heaven that is My Girlfriend's Closet, are the reasons we drive all the way to Qualicum for our getaway days, instead of playing in Nanaimo.
At two o'clock, we picked Robin up and headed back to Nanaimo. On the way home, Jane mentioned that she reads The Turtle every night, and that I have been remiss of late, not blogging every single day. I want it on the record that that was pretty nervy, given that she was the one spiriting me away for a day of frivolity when I could have been at home, sitting here in my big comfy chair, blogging. And then, she was the one who brought Franco and some food and wine from her house to go with the prawn curry that Robin and I made for dinner tonight, so that the four of us could while away a couple of hours out on the deck, eating and drinking and chatting. Nervy. Just nervy. Nice, and a great friend, but nervy. ;>)
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