They like me....they REALLY like me!

At least it felt like the scale was showing preference this week. I really didn't feel like I had done a whole lot right because we had eaten out several times and one night I even had fish and chips. However, it appears that my steadfast motto to stay in my points was able to overcome even the artery clogging powers of a plate of fish and chips! I still want to do better this week. I like weeks where I lose 3 and 4 pounds much better than weeks like this one where I lose 1.2 lbs. I know I need to be happy as long as everything is still going down, but what is the point of gaining my husband's competitive nature if I can't use it to my advantage?!

Oh, a funny thing happened at work today. A co-worker pulled me aside and said that as my friend she needed to tell me something. I was worried that I had made some major faux-pas, but what she told me was something else entirely. She said, "Cain, you've lost too much weight. Can you please buy new pants because you don't have a butt in those anymore!" I couldn't quit laughing because I thought that was an awesome reason to be told to buy new clothes!

How is birthday cake "traditional"?

Okay, I managed to make it through my birthday week without any cake and it left me wondering....at what point did birthday cake become a "tradition"? Why would eggs, butter, sugar, and flour be a necessary part of aging another year? Is it just carry over from our desire to eat anything with disgusting amounts of sugar as children? If that's the case then how do you explain the "tradition" of eating until buttons are flying off and whacking Grandma in the forehead at Thanksgiving? I know I'm as guilty as anyone of these tradition imposters (Just TRY to tell me not to make Sweet Potato Pudding for Thanksgiving!), but the more I contemplate them from a logical standpoint, the less sense they make. My birthday was no less wonderful when we had "Strawberry Delight" (a low-point cake alternative my MIL found) instead of a giant high calorie confection. I think, that if I'm to be successful in my "bovine" weight loss journey, then I'm going to have to challenge my preconceptions. Will Christmas be a tragedy if I don't leave Mom's house bursting at the seams? Of Course Not! Will my brother disown me out if I don't have a heaping spoonful or two of his mashed potatos at Thanksgiving? Well........maybe....... :) Actually, he'll probably like me more because there will be more left for him and everyone else!

Happy Birthday to ME!

It's my party and I can say no to cake if I want to! Actually, fortunately, I didn't even have to turn any cake down. I had previously agreed with Sally that cake wouldn't work this year so she make a "Stawberry Delight" that was quite yummy.

I had a very nice birthday this year because I refused to mess it up by going into work. I woke up, went to the gym, showered, went to lunch with my Mom, went and got a mani/pedi with Mom, then sat on the couch until the husband came home. Then my in-laws came over and took us out to dinner and gave me an AWESOME new digital camera and all the goodies to go with it. My parents had already given me my birthday present early because we were afraid Catelyn (my still-gestating neice) might make an early appearance. They gave me a fancy food scale that I'd been wanting, some nice cookie cutters, and an orange peeler (I'm really tired of breaking my nails peeling oranges).

All in all it was a lovely day of slacking off and to top it off I was 1.6 pounds lighter on Monday!

Today, my a few of my classes sang happy birthday to me and a couple of my kids gave me presents. They really are sweeties most of the time!