Countdown

I am starting to get antsy. I have been slowly creeping down towards the under 200 mark and it feel slike it will never get here. This morning I was 200.8 pounds. Ack! I just want to lose that one more pound. I am not going to weigh myself until Friday, I think, so that it will just happen like *poof* next time I weigh. I am so excited.

I tried on a bunch of Allison's skirts last night in size 16 - they all pretty much fit me. It is so weird to me. I can go into so mnay more stores now and buy clothes. I don;t need to just got to Lane Bryant and Torrid. I am excited to got New York and Co. Allison always finds such cute stuff there. I just wish my body shape wasn;t so warped. I mean, I definitely have some weird stuff going on in terms of skin. Like, I am pretty sure my bra size is totally off because of it all - I just want to get down to a 38 something so I can shop at Victoria's secret or anywhere like that. In time, I know.

What else? I have been feeling pretty good. Jason fed me delicious things all weekend and with the exception of a half a sandwich I ate too close to my coffee, I did great. The sandwich incident wasn't even so bad - just too much food in too short of a time. My own fault but something to be paid attention to nonetheless. I do notice that most of my puking episodes involve alcohol to some extent. I don;t know if I just don;t pay attention to how I eat when I am drunk, tipsy, whatever, or if physically my body doesn;t want food. I had an episode monday night after our museum opening - I had been drinking wine and then came home and had soup. The soup did not stay down. I might also be more apt to bring food back up to relieve any sick feeling when I am drunk. I just get impatient and instead of waiting out the yucky feeling, I just get it out of me. Hmm. INteresting thought.

That is me for now. I am happy and healthy and learnign new things about me everyday. I am still jumping through hoops to try and get into therapy - sometimes the HMO system sucks. I will keep pushing.