Christmas, Part Deux

I am cracking up.

I got on the scale today to see what damage I’ve done after not working out very much for the past week and after consuming nine slices of pizza (the crust was extremely thin, okay?!) on Wednesday and an additional five on Thursday (same thin crust style) to celebrate the New Year (backwards logic, much?).

The scale read 257.5.

I was waiting for a little robotic voice to emanate from the scale in the same manner as my GPS unit with a hearty, ‘recalculating!’ but it never came. There I stood in silence. And most importantly: awe.

In the past five years, I have made it to down to the 250′s twice. Both times, my accomplishment vanished as quickly as it arrived. A part of me doesn’t quite believe this is actually happening. I suspect I won’t ‘officially’ believe this ‘new way of life’ is working until I am safely out of the troubled 50′s and into the fabulous 40′s. In fact, my new short-term goal is to break into the 240′s by February 1st.

I was so excited by the number that I immediately wanted to work out. I decided on Jillian Michael’s ‘Backside’ DVD. It kicked my butt (literally). After wards, I cooled down with a bit of rowing and then hopped in the shower for a super cool-down.

I’m still riding the high as I prepare my dinner — two chicken burgers from Trader Joe’s, one Thomas’ Mini Square bagel (whole wheat, of course), and some rice puffs. Should be good.

Hell, at this point, I’d be happy eating shit on a cracker after seeing that 257.5!