Today at work I'm wearing a pretty blue mosaic-print dress that was too small for me a couple of weeks ago. I've lost 13 pounds so far, and it was a lot of fun going through the stuff in the back of my closet that's been too small for me for the past few years, and being able to wear it now.
I wish my co-workers didn't bring in food so often. At least once or twice a week someone brings in bagels, or cookies, or a key lime pie, or brownies. Today it's chips and salsa, which wouldn't be too bad calorie-wise, but my poor tummy is still pretty unhappy from yesterday's pukefest. I don't think salsa would do me any good today.
My sweetie got relatively good news at the doctor's office today. He had a problem that was either going to turn out to be a possibly lifelong irritation, or an agressive, deadly form of cancer -- and it's NOT cancer. Holy cow, I don't want to even consider that it was a possibility.
Kind of sucky about the probably lifelong irritation, though. He'll be able to take care of it, but it's not going away. The doctor told him welcome to adulthood -- this is the kind of thing that just happens when you get older. Gee, thanks! He's only 32, poor thing.
I got dressed in the dark this morning to try to avoid waking up my husband, and I just realized I have my undies on inside out. I am so not taking off my pantyhose in the ladies' room stall, so I guess they'll just have to be happy being inside out today.