I’ve stopped drinking sodas (for the most part) for a few weeks now. It’s going fairly well— The first day was absolute torture, but each day after that things got better and better. I’ve even lost some weight as a result!
Though, I do have to say that I do still occasionally drink soda. Particularly when I have pizza. But I also have to report that drinking more than one in a day makes my stomach feel bad. (It’s a sign, I think.)
As of last Friday, June 6, 2008, my goal of collecting $1,000.00 in cash for my trip to Florida has been met. I’m pretty proud of myself for getting it done in time without having to take anything out of checking to make up the difference.
Now, I can only hope that a thousand dollars is enough to cover food and gas for the approximately 700 mile trip. Wish me luck.
That’s what I want before I head on out to my next trip to Florida. Mostly just so I have cash for anything I need. Gas, hotel rooms, food, the works. Calculated, that’s a stack of fifty Jacksons—Not exactly a “big” stack, but larger than I’ve ever really had before.
Although with gas prices being as high as they are, $1,000 might not be enough!
Total in the till so far: $200.00
They say you shouldn’t even look at a scale when you’re trying to lose weight, but since when have I ever listened to what “they” say? I just want to know so I can get an idea of what is and isn’t working for me. I’d probably just check once in the morning and once before bed—You know, when I’m not wearing anything.
This past week I’ve been really good, I think. I haven’t been exercising quite as vigorously as I had been before, but I also haven’t been eating as much as before. It’s weird—The more I eat, the more I want to eat. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not forcing myself to not eat! It’s just that if I get busy and skip a meal I tend to not even notice until dinner, and even then I just eat the amount of food I normally would eat. Maybe it’s because I’m on my period, but I’m really happy if it’s just something new that I’ve discovered about myself.
Though I do suspect I haven’t lost a thing since I put on a pair of pants today and they felt tight. I’d like to think it’s muscle, but knowing my luck? Fat chance. (Pardon the pun.)
Although daily life still brings me happiness and laughter, it’s not even close to the quality of life I had when I was with my darling Master. I plan on visiting him in July again and then, maybe, if he has it all worked out and I get my divorce, I will begin to plan my move down there to stay in my forever home.
