Okay, now that I've stopped being quite so consumed by the not!Iron Man fic, I thought I'd update y'all on what's actually happening with me.
We have a walking route that takes us about a mile or so along a canal. This route is filled with birds and trees and horses and is pretty darn shiny. In the past few days we've seen...
A pair of muskrats.
Yes. I completely understand where the song "Muskrat Love" comes from now, because that was just about the cutest damn thing I've ever seen. *dies*
Also, two monarch caterpillars. I've never actually seen monarch caterpillars before, and they're very
I love my walking route. If they take it away from us, I'm going to be very put out. I realize that technically, that canal road is for "personnel only," but the sidewalk is noisy and hotter and not nearly as relaxing.
Also, I've been dropping weight rather...precipitously. I think I've lost about five pounds in the last week. Most of this has been a function of being so absorbed in the not!Iron Man fic that I keep forgetting to eat. And part of it is that when I do eat, it's mainly yummy yummy spinach salad, with tomato and cucumber and carrot and celery and black olives and a hard-boiled egg with ranch dressing and croutons and fake bacon bits. It's delicious and I don't have to pretend
it's good for me. I've cut out the chips and peanut butter almost entirely.
So, the weigh-in this morning? 128.8. It's been, literally, years
since I've seen this weight. Not since I was breast-feeding Da Boy, in fact. So, even though I've been feeling slightly weak and shaky today, I don't care because I'm nearly giddy.
I don't know how long I can keep it up, but I'll ride it for all it's worth. The goal is 127. Ideal would be 124. 122 would have me looking like a supermodel.
There may actually be a light at the end of this tunnel.