Decadent Mints.

I slept horribly last night. Not exactly sure why, though. No heavy meal right before bedtime. No caffeine (though I really craved Starbucks something fierce). No heated discussions to mull over. But still I just kept waking up all throughout the night. And it was not a gentle awakening each time either. No, it was a quick jolt up time-after-time throughout the night. As if someone had yelled my name and my body responded without hesitation, sitting straight up. So getting out of bed this morning was a little bit of a struggle. I felt like I had been working out in my sleep and I just kept wishing it was Saturday morning instead.

I wasn't sure if I was going to talk about this but here goes: I think I am finally losing some weight. I know! CRAZINESS! But I have seen a few people recently who say my face looks thinner and at the mere mention of this I feel like doing backflips, backflips in hot pink legwarmers down the hallway as "What a feeling..." from Flashdance blasts in the background. Alas, I cannot do said backflips so I just get really happy and thank them profusely for being such nice human beings who would comment on such a thing.

I have not weighed myself just yet. Partly because the last time I thought I lost some weight and weighed myself it turned out that I was exactly the same weight as when I had started this "quest". And that did not make me happy. No, it actually made me cry...a lot...as my sister lovingly patted my back and told me that we'd "make a plan" and that all I needed was "some time" for the weight to burn off.

Also because I would like to use the special scale at the gym. And that would mean a convo with Personal Trainer Bryant who, I am pretty sure, is not a fan of mine. At all. In fact, whenever I see him he walks the other way. Oh well.

So, yeah, you can understand why I am still a little leary of the scale. You'd think I was trying to lose 50 pounds or something. Really, I had just wanted to lose about 10. Not too crazy. And still in line with a healthy body for my lovely six foot frame.

Anyway since the meltdown with sister, I have worked out 4-5 days a week and really sweated it out in the process. Not cute "oh-she-is-glistening" sort of sweat. Not, "oooh-she-looks-hot-when-she-works-out" sweat. I have nothing in common with girls who sweat like that. Never have, never will. No, when I sweat it is more like "did-you-just-shower?" sweat or, on especially fierce workout days, "hmmm--what's-that-smell-oh-it's-me" sort of sweat. I sweat like I mean it. I sweat like a bear. I sweat like it is my profession.

Anyway, it must have worked a little bit. Because my pants are a little looser and I just feel overall a little leaner. Better yet, when I tried on the tiny t-shirt my sister-in-law gave me for Christmas I did not look like a sausage. God bless her, she buys me slim fits from J. Crew without batting an eyelash. I am not sure if she actually thinks they will fit me or if it is just some subtle type of silent torture she likes to put me through. (She has no problems fitting into a slim fit tee). Inevitably these clothes get returned. But, this time, it almost fit. The "Decadent Mints" saying splashed across the front of the tee, the oh-so-preppy saying that might have mocked me in the past as I stretched it out to within an inch of its life, looked...well, ok. I still need to lose a little on my waist to wear it out but in the battle of me vs. tee, I am winning.

Off to yoga tonight. It is time to get my ass-ana back to savasana. Namaste.