Hippos

My exercise buddy suggested I call this blog hippos because of our last conversation in the pool.  It has become apparent of us why hippos spend so much time in the water.  I'm typing this as I slowly suck on 18 choc. malt balls( worth 180) calories which is pretty darn good for me.  Usually by this time I'm out of calories and over the daily limit I've set for myself.  I could probably eat 18 more and still be in good standing but 18 is honestly all I want. 

I'm exercising daily.  I read somewhere that three days a week of exercising maintains your weight, exercising four days a week you should lose weight.  Four days WAS NOT cutting the mustard.  So, I just said to myself , "better exercise today cause you never know what is going to happen to prevent it tomorrow."  So, it's been 8 weeks of exercising every day or nearly every day.  This morning when I weighed I was down the lowest since I started.  Remember when I say that, my scale measures by the ounce. So, I'm a few ounces smaller.  Very small daily victories. Yet, from my armpits to my knees I still look lumpy.  ARRGGGHHH. I would die if I had to be on the biggest loser and stand in front of the world in a bra and exercise shorts. 

Two things did happen today worth noting.  I saw someone I had not seen since last October.  A man that mowed our lawn when I was a child.  He has always been somewhat of a Casanova and good at it.  He did not recognize me in a restaurant today.  He winked at me.  I was taken aback and so was he when he realized who I was.  He told me how good I looked.  That is not normal for my daily life.  Hmmm
Plus, the deli man offered me free meat.  That does not happen in my daily life.  I thought the deli man was acting odd cause he kept asking me deli questions.  It's usually I want a pound of this or that, sliced thin, please.  Ok, here you go, thank you ma'am.  Today was different.  It's probably the tan. 

I'm happy I've graduated up to larger juice jugs in the pool.  The smaller Welch's jugs are no longer challenging.  My financial class is challenging.  I'm going to have to really like my TV and community pool for the next year or so while I'm paying off a wedding. 

Thank you to my friends that read this.  I'm not poor pitiful polly, I have more friends, but the ones that are particularly understanding and compassionate are the ones I have shared my blog with. Reshaping your life is difficult. I could not do this without you!