My shakes are waiting for me. I'm anxiously counting the hours until I wake up on Monday morning, fire up the old blender, put in some ice, water and open the pouch and have my first shake on the journey to my new life.
I decided it was really stupid to try to start on this tomorrow as my home is definitely not ready to make the transition. I've been mega lazy the last few weeks and almost everything needs attention so that's what I'm doing tomorrow. I am taking all the food I can't have to my friend, tossing out the science projects in the fridge and moving my place around to accommodate a more feng shui environment. I don't want to have anything bothering me when I come home Monday from work, a real bad time for me normally, when I am accustomed to stopping at a fast food restaurant for dinner. Monday, I'm taking my car into the shop to have a sensor put on it that will sound off a very loud alarm if I go near a drive-thru
I'm going through the gamut of emotions the last few days and I still haven't figured out what's going on with me, but I guess it's just change, loss of my friend (food), rough week at work, being angry at what morbid obesity has done to my health, two more-than-double the normal amount electric/gas bills since the electric company raised rates, gee, what else can I think of?
Sorry folks, gotta vent somewhere. My two friends had kid things to do tonight. Aren't there any single people in Houston without kids, ARRGH!
I'm up late for me (11:00 in Houston). I don't want to go to bed feeling testy so I'm talking myself out of it
Despite my blah mood the last few days, I am pretty excited, relieved, anxious, and really looking forward to getting this flab off my body and reclaiming the thin girl inside me.