The Big Surprise

So I know I didn't blog last week, but that was intentional. Mary's baby shower was this past Sunday in NJ and I couldn't, in good faith, blog about what's going on in my life and not blog about the shower and the challenges I would face (and ultimately fail at) without mentioning the shower. Big deal you say... well, Ms. Mary didn't know I was coming so if I blogged about it the surprise would be ruined, hence the lack of blog last week. (FYI: I said blog or some form of the word 5 times in the last 3 sentences, now 6 times) The shower was a HUGE success, the surprise was great and although it really doesn't need to be said, she cried and I cried, and she cried some more and I cried some more... what can I say, that's what I do!

So if you didn't notice to your right, I'm down another 3lbs. I had my weigh-in and measurements this past Tuesday and I was pleasantly surprised. Ya see, I went to Jersey over the weekend, the land of AMAZING FOOD! I honestly ate more bread, and I mean goooooood bread, in the two days in Jersey, than I ate all last month. The Pasta Fagolli soup and fresh Mozz from Anthony's, the bagels, the diners, and the catering for Mary's shower provided more than my fair share of calories. As a matter of fact, after I realized I ate about 700 calories just for lunch on Saturday, I decided that the entire weekend was a wash and I just needed to accept the fact that every once in a while you need to indulge.

Needless to say, I was crazy worried about what the scale would report yesterday after my weekend of gluttony, but it all turned out well. I realize that my weight isn't going down much, but my measurements are. In fact, I lost some 3" at my waist but sadly, I also lost an inch in my bazzoombas. Mary did put a good perspective on it, that while physically, the girls are a little smaller, they are proportionately bigger cause they only went down and inch, while my waist shrunk 3 inches.

I'm ready to get back to the grind. School is out for 4 weeks, which will provide me the impetus to get back into a good routine, I just need to try and shake this stupid cold I brought back from Jersey.