Guilt

I'm feeling guilty.  It's been a while since I've posted.  But things are going so well I don't really have anything to report.  I weighed myself this morning, and I've hit the 76 lb. mark.  When you think about it, it really is bizarre.  I mean, I've been carrying around the equivalent of what, a 7 or 8 year old?  Now that that kid has jumped off my ass (haha), I'm feeling much better about myself, both in the superficial and health-wise.  I can't say I hate getting the compliments!

I'm pretty much able to eat anything...well, anything that isn't deep fried.  Twice in the last week I've tried, and twice I have failed.  I tried a buffalo chicken finger wrap at Denny's (go ahead, shudder if you like) and I ended up having to pull over on the way home, leaving it behind a bank (sorry, HSBC).  Then last night we stopped at a local establishment for a post-dinner drink and a visit with my good friend.  As my daughter barely touched her dinner, she was hungry.  I ordered an appetizer sampler, and as recovering fatty, I had to have some of it.  Again, I ended up having to pull over on the way home, leaving my mozzarella stick and 2 chicken cordon bleu balls in the trees.  So, lesson learned.  Stay away from the fried.  The doctors advise you of that anyway, but I'm either a glutton for punishment, or a slow learner.  I'm the type of person who rebels against being told what to do...if you tell me to do one thing, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll do the opposite.  So there ya go.  I tend to shoot myself in the foot.  But at least I get to entertain you all while I do it.