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I’m very late in posting this today. It’s 7:30 at night, and I am only just now getting into my computer. It’s been a busy day, but I just wanted to record my weight so I don’t forget.

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What a difference a day makes!

And never underestimate the power of your period.

Or maybe it’s more of this: the last two days I’ve adopted a new strategy, which is really an old strategy, part of what helped me lose so much weight a couple of years ago. It really works. It goes like this:

No sweets
No meats
No late night treats

In addition, I am trying to go off caffeine. My nose even feels less stuffy, tho I don’t know if that is from eliminating the sugar or the caffeine (or maybe the meat?)

The real question now is if I can get thru the weekend with this strategy.

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Got my period, so now some of this water weight can start coming off. Headed in the right direction once again.

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A couple of good dinners, and my period due any day. But I can bounce back, if I put my mind to it.

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Yesterday morning when I woke up I got so busy doing things that I completely forgot to weigh myself. So I don’t know if this pound that I’ve put on took place over one day or two days. But I do know this: FOOTBALL has something to do with it!

I have begun enjoying college football on Saturdays. Haha! Who would have ever thought I’d become a football fan? And I know some people might think, “Oh yeah, she’s just pretending to like it cos Russ likes it.” But that is not the case at all. Sure, he introduced me to it, to some extent, he’s explained the game to me, and a lot of the behind-the-scenes drama that goes on with the coaches and such, but I certainly would not spend hours upon hours of my time on something that I didn’t truly enjoy. Not when there are so many other things I also want to/have to do!

But anyway, what does football have to do with weight gain? Well, obviously you are sitting around all day, watching television. And there is something so…festive about football that it just makes you want to party and eat and snack and have a good time while you’re watching it. I think maybe for me a lot of what I think football must be is so wrapped up in holidays like Thanksgiving and New Years (“The Big Game”), and of course anything connected with holidays naturally means EATING!

So what am I going to do about this? Cos I do want to watch football, but I don’t want to pig out. Well, maybe I can get some kinds of “good for you” foods to eat (not the Chex Mix that we’ve had!) Also, I think I should probably make this an opportunity for drinking lots and lots of water. Put a slice of lemon or lime in the glass…or better yet, a slice of lemon AND lime, and then I have a truly festive drink!

Ah yes. I think these things might help. It only takes a little thinking things through in order to solve a problem.

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woo hoo!!!

Well, yesterday I told a horrible story about seeing a dog get hit by a car. Yes, that was horrible. So I feel compelled to balance it out with something really cool that happened.

First, to appreciate this, you have to know something about the movie American Beauty. In it, there is this character, this high school boy, who is always walking around with his video camera. He has a favorite video that he shot of a plastic bag being tossed about by the wind. I know, I know, it doesn’t sound like much, but he waxes poetic about how *beautiful* it is, and when you watch it, you kind of know what he means.

So anyway, ever since seeing this movie, if I ever see a plastic bag “dancing” in the breeze, I always think of this movie, and I always manage to find beauty in the sight.

Now, the other day, I’m going over the bridge into work, and traffic is a little backed up, we’re just crawling. And I see, on the side of the bridge, just a little ahead of me, this plastic bag dancing in the breeze. It’s one of those long, clear plastic bags that newspapers are put in. Anyway, I watch this, and I’m thinking how beautiful it is, and then I see it get swept up on the wind in front of my car, and pass directly in front of my windshield, and then float over to the passenger door…and quietly slip into the front seat of my car.

Because I drive with my windows open. I almost always drive with my windows open. I just thought it was kind of cool that this plastic bag chose to come and sit down beside me, probably the only person out there on that crowded bridge who, if they were looking at it at all, would have been thinking “Oh yeah… the bag dancing in the wind! That’s so cool!”

It made me feel like the bag had *picked* me, that something beautiful had chosen me. It was a very silly, but very special moment.

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