My Scale Broke

Yup. I stepped on it. I was doing so well with my weight loss. Oops. Every so often (now that I've been fat for almost 2 years) I reach a point where I haven't necessarily gained a lot of weight, but I suddenly feel incredibly uncomfortable in my skin. I see myself in a picture and wonder who photoshopped the extra neck and arms and gut and thighs. Early this week, I hit that point. I am so sick of hating what I see in the mirror. So, back onto the weight loss plan I went. I don't diet, really, just reduce the amount of food that I consume. I eat until I'm full and then don't eat when I'm not hungry. It must work! I got on the scale this morning and I've lost FOUR POUNDS! Woohoo! I have also devised a new workout plan. I like exercising, I just don't like getting started. Once I'm going, though, I'm good. So... I thought about the things in life that I really like to do, other than eat. That would be counter-productive. What is the thing that I find myself craving daily? Okay, don't laugh! I'm not even going to say it--I'm sure it's clear. So I'm downloading the books to my ipod so that I can "read" while I'm exercising. I'm pathetic. While I'm talking about it, I got my movie tickets. I'm going to the midnight show with friends. We're going to do a little "pre-partying" (Mormon style) here at my house and then go brave the teeny-boppers. I am way more excited than I should be. Last comment, I promise. I saw a totally awesome shirt yesterday. I'm hoping it might be a Christmas present. I love Edward. I'm married. He's fictional. This can't possible backfire. :)