A funny thing happened this morning. I forgot to weigh myself.
I was all dressed and ready to go work, doing the last chore of the morning, watering the container garden and it suddenly struck me: I forgot to weigh myself!
This is so odd because it really has become an integrated part of my morning routine. I guess I have been so distracted lately, and I was so focused on getting to work early, that I just breezed by that particular portion of the sequence.
This makes me kind of happy, as it tells me that I am not as obsessed with the scale as I was thinking I might be. Of course, here I am blogging about the whole stupid thing, so I guess I am regardless, ha!
Yesterday's eating was nothing to write home about, and we went to the drive-in to see Inglourious Basterds (it was funny and weird and poignant, too) last night which always includes hot buttered popcorn and a pretzel from the snack bar. Seriously, I dare you NOT to buy something from the drive-in snack bar. Haven't you seen those PSAs they show before the previews guilting you into it? Telling you that the only way the drive-in can survive these days is through snack bar sales? Seriously. I'm not going to be the one responsible for the final demise of a true, valuable American institution. No way. Not me.
I still find myself with a good attitude about this particular journey despite feeling like the rest of my world is crumbling around me. So, I think that's pretty good.
One day at a time.