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Whoomp there it is!

Well folks...After a year long struggle to lose a measly five pounds, it finally happened! I lost it, and I'm not talking about my sanity. I lost the one measly pound that kept me from getting a new star sticker for my bookmark.


My new weight loss total (since April 2006) is 55.8 pounds less of me taking up space in the universe. You are all welcome. I’m just trying to do my part in world overcrowding.

This was a real struggle especially over the last month when I really started to care a lot more. Now the trick is to hold this one steady.

This is not the end of the journey...but I'm close. I have just about 10 to go. I am hoping to get there before I am 40.

Next time you see me, go ahead and pat me on the back.

Happy Easter, whatever

I normally don't aire my grievances on my blog, but someone tried to call me out about featuring my life as a fairytale on my blog. Which it definitely is not, although I do have some regular fairytale moments (and I don't mean to sound ungrateful for them by saying life is not a fairytale).

Here's the thing. I said I would lose my one pound, you know...under pressure. Well my Thursday night weigh-in came, and I was prepared. I had done the work, I'm not a slacker. I for sure know how to lose one measly pound by now. But...to my disappointment I actually gained 2.2 pounds instead of losing the one I had intended. I occasionally have gains. It happens pretty regularly, but I was not expecting this one and it got into my head a little this weekend.

I went on a weight-cation for Friday and Saturday. A super response to remedy the problem, and yes I do know better. Chocolate marshmellow bunnies are good.

Today we went to Steve's parents for dinner and a 1/3 mile race around their block, a bi-annual family tradition between sessions of general conference. I knew with all the athletic training I have been doing that I could beat them all or at least be competitive. Wrong again.

Steve's Dad and my sister-in-law both beat me by more than a minute. I was so out of breath after and coughing and had a little bit of an asthma attack. Nice.

Never mind that I seriously bust my butt most days of the week doing a combination of swim,bike, and running. There's more for me to feel sorry for about that race, but I'll end there since that is plenty of embarrassment for one day.

Having a week like this makes me I wonder why I put so much effort into self improvement.

So anyway...I'll try to think of something positive to say tomorrow to replace this sorry entry, but happy Easter everyone. I hope yours was better than mine. I hope you ate fewer treats than me.