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Whew....kinda got far behind on blogging!  My bad.

So did the whole weigh in on Saturday.  Down 2.something pounds, and 16.something to go!  Starting to wish I could quit.  I am super close to being at my "healthy" weight.  I should be between 120-150lbs.  I could chose 150 as my goal weight, but I really REALLY want to say I lost 100lbs.  Guh.  And really, you never "quit" Weight Watchers.  I will be doing this the rest of my skinny life.  When I look down the road, I ask if I really want to do this.....and then I look at old pics of myself.  Skinny and fat.  Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels....

EXCEPT THE BURGERS AT BURGER BARON OUT IN TOFIELD, OR PETER'S DRIVE IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

I got to babysit my little nephews over the weekend.  I have never seen anyone eat so much.  Tyler put away more food then I did on Saturday.  About a billion helpings of Chow Mein noodles, not to mention the ones he stole from me, and the Hot Dogs (No bun)!  Then he had a whole bunch of his chips....and yes, he barked for them...LOL!

 

Again on Monday when I babysat.....he had almost a full bowl of Minestrone Soup *drool*.  He would have kept going on the soup, but he got into the McDonalds fries I brought for Dylan.  He ate most of them.  Dylan, being as sick as he was, managed 1 bite of chicken before he "recycled" everything onto himself and the kitchen chair.  Poor kid.  Spent the rest of the night with Dylan on one side of my lap, and Tyler on the other, both cuddled into me, watching Cars.  Oh, they were so good.  I want one of my own......

 

I got an email from Sandy a couple of days ago.  She's up in Cold Lake visiting her parents.  I havent gotten an email from her in AGES!  Maybe b/c I see her every week.  Only so much you can talk about....lol.  But she did complement my skilled humor and attempt at writting...lol.  At least I'm entertaining.  Like watching paint dry instead of Golf.

 

I went outside yesterday for lunch, and had me a joy-gasm!  Oh, is it ever nice out.  Not quite the +25 I am waiting for, but this will do.  All the puddles!  I love to splash!  I have even broken in Sandal Season!  Thats right!  I wore Sandals on Saturday.  Call me Crazy, and Dirty Toes, but it felt great.

 

I saw the first two Geese of the Season on my way into work.  On the Whitemud @ 17th Street.  I have to sit in standstill traffic for about 10 min every morning, and I was gazing around trying to wake up, and there they were......

 

~~AH

 

So, I'm sitting at my desk, and right before my 3pm break, I get a HUGE craving for chocolate.  So, I decide to go against Weight Watchers, and get a chocolate bar out of the candy machine.  3pm comes, and I go to get my chocolate.  Oh, yum yum!  So excited!  I put in my money, push the buttons, and slowly, my Malted Milk drops, like an angel falling from heaven.  I get back to my desk, open this orgasm filled bar.  I slowly unwrap the bar, savouring the crinkle sound it makes.  As I lift the bar to my mouth, my mouth fills with saliva in anticipation.  I open my mouth, wrap my lips around it and take my first bite.....***CRUNCH****!  WTF????  A Malted Milk is supposed to be soft and chewy, not crunchy!  It is so bloody stale, that I can scrape the nougat with my nail.  I had been dreaming of a chocolate bar, and I get a rock hard bar of CRAP!!????!?!?!??  I need a hug

Thankfully, some of my generous co-workers had some yummy toffees and some Tootsie Rolls.  I even got a little song and dance when the Tootsie Rolls were handed to me.....thanks LA.

 

Could this be the Weight Watchers God taking control of my life?  Should I take the hint and never eat chocolate again?  Or, should i tell the WW God to shove it up her ASS??????  Cruel Bitch.

 

I could honestly say that if a bridge loomed up in front of me right now, I would jump.  I can't get over how bloody upset I am.  Yes, it IS just a chocolate bar.  But I have been on Weight Watchers for ten and a half months.  Ten and a half months without-well, not without.  Yes, i have had chocolate bars.  The cadbury thins.  They are devine (just a skinny chocolate bar) but, right now, it's not enough.  And abour 2 months ago, i had a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.  Have to say, wasn't very good.  Tasted like wax.

 

Ok, enough about chocolate.....I am going to be carried away to the funny farm soon.  They're coming to take me away haha, they're coming to take me away ho-ho.  To the Funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time.  And I'll be happy to see those nice young men, in their clean white coats, They're coming to take me away!!

 

 

So, I was sitting at work earlier today, listening to my Ipod, and typing in the Data Base.  Some good ol' MJ comes on.  Im listening to the lyrics, and I come to the realization:  MJ is a ba-aad man.  i think he did do nasty gross things to little boys.  Check out some of the lyrics to "Bad" ::Your butt is mine, gonna tell you right.  Just show your face in broad daylight.  I´m telling you on how I feel.  Gonna hurt your mind don't shoot to kill.  Come on come on lay it on me. All right...  I'm giving you on count of three  o show your stuff or let it be.  I'm telling you just watch your mouth.  know your game what you´re about.  Well they say the sky's the limit and to me that's really true.  But my friend you have seen nothin' just wait 'til I get through...Because I`m bad I'm bad come on.You know I'm bad I'm bad you know it.

 

Oh, hello!  How bloody obvious is that?

 

And really, the song "Beat It".  Jebus, why not just wear a shirt that says what you are????. 

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it.  No one wants to be defeated.  Showin' how funky and strong is your fight.  It doesn't matter who's wrong or right.  Just beat it, beat it.  Just beat it, beat it.  Just beat it, beat it.  Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can.  Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man.  You wanna stay alive, better do what you can.  So beat it, just beat it.  You have to show them that you're really not scared.  You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare.  They'll kick you, then they beat you.  Then they'll tell you it's fair