Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow

So let's get the number crunching out of the way, shall we?

Yesterday's weigh-in (first thing in the morning): A ridiculously depressing 136.4. Mind you, I was down to 131.0 (a very hard-earned 131.0, I will add) about a month ago. Yeah. I've effed up a bit...and that's more than an understatement.

136.4. Ugh.

So my intake yesterday was about 1,600, including the alcoholic/juice beverage I allowed myself to have in celebration of my darling K's game and its progress; he's spent months developing his own game for the iPhone and iPod Touch and it's finally coming together. :D It hasn't yet been submitted to Apple for publishing, but it's SO close, and now he's got tons of forums and websites hitting him up, writing the most positive and promising reviews, and publishers all trying to get a piece of his genius...heh...I'm just a little proud of him. <3

So I picked up some Raspberry flavored Skyy vodka and some club soda (zero calories and all) and tried that, but it turns out it wasn't as good as I had anticipated. Added some OJ and of course it was much better, and much more calorie-laden. Meh. I only had one. So I'm estimating 1,600 for the day, 460 burned via elliptical, and my BMR is about 1,400...figure in about 500 for cleaning house all damned day...Either way, somehow, I burned enough. Because this morhing...

134.2! Yay! I know that some of that must have been some water weight or some excess fiber still stuck in my somewhere, but still...seeing the 134 made my whole morning. Now, here's the weird thing, and I wanted to ask you guys about this...

This morning at about 5:30 AM I woke up to get some water. Went to the bathroom. The scale stared at me. I had to see. I almost never have a choice in that matter. Will be working on that in a while, but for now it's nice to be able to know at all times where I stand. So at 5:30 this morning, the scale said 136.0. I thought, "Ah, *sigh...* at least it's down .4 from yesterday..." and went back to sleep. Three hours later, I wake up for good. Weigh. 134.2. UH. What? Um...I'm pretty sure I didn't just sweat out 2 pounds. But I could be wrong...

Anyway, I thought that was interesting. Ooh, ooh, and now I have a pretty picture for you. This, my lovely lady friends, is my mid-morning snack:



Doesn't it just look wonderful? :D It is. And it's virtually calorie-free. The dressing is raspberry vinaigrette from Walden Farms, so it's sugar, fat, and calorie-free. Mmm...

My intake so far is 300 (I'm trying to continue with my idea of having a relatively large, carby breakfast to get my energized for my workout and then tapering off the rest of the day with lots of veggies, fruits, and lean proteins). Oatmeal, 3/4 cup cereal with no milk, and one spoonful of low-fat cottage cheese. I feel good. I feel satisfied. I'm likin' this.

So if I didn't already thank you for your comments on my new hairstyle...THANK YOU! Ha. For real. I think it looks nice, but that doesn't count...I'm a huge compliment-whore, self-professed, and I'm not ashamed to admit that sometimes all I need is a big-ass ego-boost to get myself going for the day. ;) I used a lot of hyphens in that sentence.

*sigh...* Randomness...but fuck, I miss Della. :(

I feel like I could write all day, but I should go. K's BIG-ASS TV is back from the shop and he needs help bringing it back into the apartment.

Have a positively lovely day. I can't wait to go read all of your blogs...seriously. I have no life like that. :P