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So yesterday was my birthday.

One of the guys I work with bought me a breakfast sandwich. The good kind, on a bagel, with sausage and super yummy thick sliced cheese.

Another guy bought me lunch at Chik-fil-A. A chicken sandwich. Fries. Oh, and a big, thick chocolate milkshake.

My mother-in-law brought over cupcakes and ice cream bon-bons after Mike and I had our dinner of meat loaf and mashed potatoes.

All of these people were inordinately generous, and they have my thanks. I appreciate the food, really. REALLY. I'm very touched that everyone thought of me on my special day.

Now that it's over, I'd like them to knock it off.

:-)

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Keeping track

So far I've lost 2.2 pounds, and we're at January 7. I'm okay with that. I've been weighing myself every morning and keeping track of it in an Excel spreadsheet.

The lowest my adult weight has ever gotten was 146, and I would seriously pay real money to snap my fingers and look like that again. Even now, I want a quick fix. While I was driving home from the gym last night, I was thinking, "Maybe I should try Alli again. Or I could do the Weight Watchers Core program. Or I could get those Hydroxycut pills."

But you know what? I've done all those. They work.

For a while.

Then you stop using them, or you get bored, or you get sick of paying money to do something that other people can do for free.

Then the weight comes back on. It's funny how it creeps up on you slowly. I mean, it makes sense. You don't gain five pounds in two days, so why should we expect to lose it so fast?

I get depressed watching The Biggest Loser. My husband says I'm nuts, but it makes me extremely jealous to watch these people shedding 20 pounds a week, when I have to settle for a measly 1. It seriously makes me want to fire up the popcorn popper. And no, it's not an air popper. It uses oil and butter and everything.

Mmm. Butter.

I'm glad I've started this blog. I hope you guys are trucking along with me. Sometimes when I want to jump off the wagon (Already! A week in!), I remember that I made a commitment to you guys, and to myself, too, and I get my act together and stop looking longingly at the box of Pop-tarts sitting on the counter.

Ooh, that reminds me. I should eat breakfast.

Anyone else feeling a little slump in enthusiasm as we head into the weekend?