Tuesday, September 22, 2009

100!!!

I know what you are thinking...

Whoa!
Blimy!
Zowie wowie!
Hot damn!
Amazeballs
Far out!
Groovy baby! 
Golly! 
Gosh! 
Gee! 
Gadzooks

And perhaps some of you are even daring to invoke the holy trinity of moly, cow and mackerel.

One hundred blogs, you say? Surely you jest! Such a monumental achievement would take years, not these scant months! But yes, dear reader. It's true. 100 blogs I have made. 

*bows*

Ok, totally done tooting my own horn. Um...does anyone else think that expression sounds kinda dirty? Hmm....mental note: erase "tooting my own horn" from stuff I say.

Back to bidness then. I was delighted and elated and all sorts of happy emotions like that this morning. Why? The squirrel sacrifice* I made must have done the trick because I was down TWO MORE POUNDS! See above exclamations of amazement. 

I am not as happy with what I ate today, but only marginally so. Cereal, fine...delicious ham, lettuce, tomato and onion on gorgeous, soft multigrain bread, fine with a side of mmmm...1/2 a muffin, meh not so good....dinner of BBQ chicken, baked potato, salad and corn, fine...2 tiny squares of chocolate, again a meh

I worked my butt out on the bike with me foine weights and did my sit ups, so all was well there. I just want to see the scale stick at that weight and not bounce back up in that maddening way. 

Also, since this is my blog, and I am god here, I am going to post my week 21 results tonight (and also because I forgot yesterday *sheepish grin*).

Thank you, lovelies for being with me. If there is a hearty soul out there who has stuck with me for all these 100 posts, say hi, willya? :) 

Stats for the day:

Weight: 185 (get outta freakin' town!!)

Exercise: 40 min. 

*Don't freak animal lovers, I would never harm a real squirrel...this was a purely mental** squirrel. 

** Not to say a squirrel with a mental disfunction, like maybe it does nothing but chase its own tail, or thinks other squirrels are out to get him, or stops eating because the other squirrels think he's too fat, or he is afraid of heights and has panic attacks on even the lowest tree branches, because that would be sad, but a squirrel that I sacrificed in my brain.***

***Huh, that doesn't sound much better.****

****Fuck it. 


3 comments:

Natasha said...

You're a rockstar. And down two pounds! Kick a$$.

karim said...

Very thoughtfull post on achivement. It should be very much helpfull

Thanks,
Karim - Creating Power

CatLadyLarew said...

Happy 100th! I'm rooting for you!