Brooklyn Fridge

November 28, 2006


Ugh. So it's holiday time, meaning all of the vendors who my company works with sends boxes of chocolate. And caramel popcorn. And various other junk foods. I just scarfed down two chocolates filled with the sweetest, grittiest, nastiest goo. But I guess I was craving the sweet because I sure as hell didn't spit it out.

What a waste of 3.5 points.

Here's what's weird. I've lost 12 pounds in about 2 months. I still have a lot to go but my jeans are baggier, my cheekbones are making an appearance and my arms are definitely thinner. So why haven't I had any comments? Well, I have had some from those who know I'm on WW. But coworkers? Nada... Which makes me doubt that I look any better at all... Which I know is stoopid.

This morning was a nightmare. The boyfriend shut off the alarm and I totally overslept. I sprayed some perfume on a shirt that needs laundering, and raced to work. I caught the train which would have put me at work juuuuuuuust on time, when the train stopped in the tunnel for 15 minutes. Then my bus didn't come so I had to blow $5 on a cab. Which is not so much except that I've got $15 to last me though til tomorrow. I just refuse to borrow money from my boyfriend.

I'm zonked. Waking up at 6:15am (well, 6:45am today, oops) is not for me. Especially since i'm ready to eat lunch at 10am!

Must wake up. Must be productive... I will not go over my points for the day... But I will have a slice of pizza tonight...

2 Comments:

  • At 11:33 AM, Blogger Abi said…

    I'm not sure what industry you're in, but I would have a difficult time saying to someone 'Hey, you're looking a lot skinnier'. It sort of says 'Hey, you used to be fat.' Then again, I could be wrong.

    Your 'blogger accounts only' thing on commenting is sort of annoying and has kept me from leaving a comment until now.

    Other than that, I'm glad to hear that you're doing well.

     
  • At 3:01 PM, Blogger WifeMomChocoholic said…

    I don't ever comment on someone's body -- ever. It's rude, IMO, and I HATE it when someone does it to me.

    I'll never forget when a coworker told me about gushing over how fab some acquaintance looked because she lost weight. Then the woman told her she had cancer.

     

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