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*warning for carrie!swears and abused parentheses*

I've been sticking to The Diet. I've been GOOD. I mean saintly good. No-tarnish-on-the-halo-my-wings-are-bigger-than-yours good. I've not cheated, not ONE TIME. And the fricking scale is looking to get thrown out the damn second story window to shatter into a billion pieces on the front walk because SHE WILL NOT BUDGE.

Just like a woman, right?

I might turn her in for a younger model, now that I'm thinking about it.

I know I'm losing. I'm at least losing inches. I've lost 4 1/4 inches from various places measured with a tape (except for my hips, because they're apparently effing intractable on the matter of weight loss, as if they want to hold on to the curves), my clothes are fitting much better (I could get the size eights on and buttoned, though I wouldn't wear them in public, or, you know, if I needed to breathe), so WHY WON'T THE FREAKING SCALE MOVE?

Bad Fricking Words. BAD ones. THE WORST ones.

Come ON, man! Throw me a bone, here! I'm thisclose to getting on the elliptical and going until the damn scale decides to let go. (Interesting note: One entire episode of Supernatural = 750 calories burned. Also, I had a dream about Dean Winchester where all we did was cuddle. Evidently I'm a faithful wife even in my dreams. Talk about your frustration.)

So, yeah. Scale is a pain in the ass. Carrie is frowny.

I'll return you back to your regularly scheduled friend's list, now.

My mother actually sent me two emails asking me to blog so that she wouldn't have to look at dismembered doll heads when she pulled up my livejournal. I thought those were creepy/funny/weird. I had no idea that it would affect some people the way it did. Sorry 'bout that.

Have a creepy/weird/funny icon, instead.

I gotta be me.

I've had a great couple of days. Not being sick really, really rocks. It makes you completely grateful for good health. Thank you GOD for good health, amen.

The boys are at theatre camp this week. It's the theatre I work for, and it's a day camp, and the theme is Dr. Seuss. Ethan is in the 'Horton Hears a Who' show, and AJ is in 'Green Eggs and Ham.' The performance for the week is on Saturday. Any takers? :D

Nolan's been out of town for the past few days. In Nebraska. For work. That's the extent of my knowledge. I did manage not to advertise that I'd be alone beforehand this time, though, so that's progress. (Right mom? Progress? Give me an attagirl or something.) And even better? The boys spent the night with their grandma and grandpa last night, so after taking them out there, I went and got a pedicure, did a little shopping (2 cute dresses that I tried on back in April and didn't fit and now that I've lost weight, they do! AND they were on sale!), got take out for dinner, had a bubble bath and watched Glee without anyone telling me it was stupid, lame, or asking me why that guy's voice is so high, and then watched three back to back episodes of last season's True Blood (complete guilty pleasure) while snuggled in bed. And I got to sleep until I just... woke up. Bliss.

So... I'm all caught up on "me" time. What's going all with you? Everyone enjoying your summer?

For those of you that don't know, I have a weird diet.  Diet in the sense of the food I eat, not a weight loss regime, necessarily.  It has been exactly one year since I changed my diet.  It started out as a spiritual fast, but morphed into a way of life, I think.  All I know is that I feel so much better, have more energy and don't pack on the pounds like I did before I ate this way.  I don't eat any meat (no, not even chicken or fish -- that's meat), any bread, or any sweets.  I get asked, "What's left?"  I eat veggies and fruit, dairy products, pasta and rice, and of course Mexican food.  Have I lost weight doing this?  Yup.  About 40 pounds.  I started last April at 181 (That's a lot when you're 5'2") and weighed in this morning at 138.  (I'm a four time Weight Watcher Droput, btw) Would I like to lose another 10?  Kind of, but I don't know if that 10 lbs would make that much of a difference anyway.  I mean, my skin isn't as elastic as it used to be, so I don't need more sag than I already have, right?  Anyway, the weight isn't the best thing.  The best thing is that I have the energy to keep up with the boys and live my life, and I have no plans to change anything.  I think it annoys some people, that I don't eat certain things, but I've never had a problem anywhere that I've gone, finding something I can eat.  And it's much easier to get full.  One year.  Wow.  I don't think I've stuck to anything for a year before.  Go me.  It isn't so much self-control as it is a stubborn streak a mile wide.  I gotta be me.

I got my prompt for the dgficexchangethis morning.  It is, blessedly, very vague.  Yay.  It's due on Ethan's birthday.  Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.  

The theatre is doing Into The Woods next season for the first show.  I'm not a singer, but I'd sell my Grandmother into white slavery to play a role in that musical.  (Sorry, Grandma, but I totally would.  I'd pay to get you out once it was over.) Little Red Riding Hood, especially.  I've been listening to the music for the last two days...  and there is NO WAY that I can hit some of those notes without medicinal help.  I'm contemplating taking voice lessons, actually.  What else do I have to do this summer?  Besides vacation (Going to NYC with Mom & Sister -- YAY!) and lay by the pool?  That sounded bratty.  Sorry.  Anyway, Into the Woods is one of my favorites of all time; Act One is wickedly funny, one of the best books around, with a Sondheim score (stinking hard music) and Act Two has huge lessons and morals.  The best kind of theatre.  It makes you laugh, and then makes you think.  I want it so bad I can taste it.  And that's never good.  I guess I have three months to learn how to get up above my small range.  Here I go!