update

At WW last night I weighed in at .2 pounds less than last week. While this might seem slightly discouraging, it is not. This morning I put on a pair of pants that were quite uncomfortable only three weeks ago. So, bring on the .2s! At the rate of .2 pounds a week, it will take me three and a half years to get to my goal weight. However, for years I've come up with plans and schemes to lose 30 pounds in six months, but has that ever happened? No. So, losing 19 pounds in 9 months isn't such a bad thing. In fact, I'm quite pleased with myself.

Work is okay. It is getting better... well, I'm not certain that work is getting better, but my attitude towards it is improving. This could be because of where I am in my head or where I am in my job. Don't care, really. Better is better.

Went over to JJ's last night. My niece is the cutest thing ever. So cute. So destructive. Nothing makes her smile more than smacking you in the face and ripping off your glasses while you're distracted by the smack. When you take your glasses off, she looks around for them. Devious little bugger.

In other pleasant news - less than two weeks until the Formula1 season starts!