V-Day Surprise

Although no one came out of the woodwork and confessed their undying love me for, and I didn't get a single Valentine for the first year I can remember (normally, I at least get a Mom-card...), I did somehow lose two pounds this weekend. It's a Hallmark holiday miracle!

It's funny--I was kind of beating myself up because I drank some beer on Thursday night, and I had a cookie on Saturday, but I think that my choices really are finally morphing into a lifestyle instead of a diet or an exercise fad, and that makes me feel good.

Plus, I was feeling all sorry for myself on Friday night, and I had a good, old fashioned cry. It had been a long, long time since I'd done that, I realized; years, it had been, and I think maybe the metaphorical cleansing and purging manifested itself in actual weight loss. Maybe.

I don't know how the hell else I managed to lose any weight with four alcoholic drinks, most of a box of low carb fudge bars, and generous portions of cheese for the past four days.

I did manage to have an amazing Valentine's Day weekend as a single lady (hey, Beyonce, hey). I went out to the movies with Eli on Friday, I saw the world championship of bull riding on Saturday (my first rodeo!), and tonight, I saw an early performance from the legendary Wanda Jackson; she toured with, and dated, Elvis back before he was E l v i s, and she's the most recent inductee into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. She's tiny and 70+ and she wore lots of bling and fringe, and she absolutely rocked. It was a great way to spend Valentine's Day, I won't lie.

I have to go scoop cat litter. G'nite.