Similar to a Treadmill...

The last couple weeks has been like being on a treadmill.  Bear with me here.  Prior to joining my gym, I hated treadmills.  You walk and walk and walk and don't get anywhere.  There's nothing to look at, nothing to get excited about.  If I were going to walk, I'd much rather GO on a walk...outside...with stuff to look at.  Well, the last week and a half...this is my life in the weight loss sphere.  With all the physical stuff that goes with moving, you also get all the "I'm too tired to cook," "I've packed up all my pots and pans," and the "Between work and packing, let's just pick up something quick" syndrome.  At least this week we're eating at home but it's all prepackaged stuff loaded with extra calories, fat and sodium which doesn't work well for the scale.  I know I'm one of those people that says there's really no excuse for not making at least BETTER choices but alas, that's not what's happening here.  The good news?  I don't think I'm gaining.  I lost 1/2 lb last week when I was sure I was going to gain.  My guess for this week is the loss will be stagnant by Monday.  Side note here:  I love treadmills at my gym...because each one has it's own TV and I found that the E! Channel with all its trashiness really makes time zoom by.  Maybe it's more like a hamster wheel....

And since my life completely consumed by moving, I don't have much to report on anything else.  I did have a NSV the other night.  My hubby lifted me up...not only lifted me up but actually carried me somewhere.  I seriously think it's been like 10 years since he's been able to do that.  He even said "Wow.  You're LITTLE!"  Yay for little!

As part of the "Panda's Coming Out of Her Shell" series, I'm having lunch with a woman today that I have met only once, pretty briefly, in a room full of a bunch of other people I was meeting (so, for the life of me, I don't remember what she looks like).  She is my husband's coworker's girlfriend.  That's right.  My hubby and his friend have set us up on a blind date...kind of.  We think she's my age and she actually works in the building right next door so she emailed me, invited me to lunch and I said yes.  We're going to a restaurant I've never been before (eek! Incidentally, this was never an issue before I was banded but I worry a little bit about it now) and I'm going to have to make conversation with someone I know virtually nothing about for about an hour.  To most people, this probably doesn't sound like a big deal...For others like Draz...it'd be a hive-inducing fiasco...I fall somewhere in the middle.  I'm a little nervous...I don't want it to be awkward and I want to make a good impression.  I wouldn't want her going home and telling her boyfriend about the freak Ron's married to and then have that guy have to go work with my hubby knowing that he's married to a freak.  Can we say awkward?  But, but, but she seemed really nice when I first met her (if I remember her correctly) and how bad can an hour be...really?

So that is the dullness that is my life.  To get off on a positive note...how about a Hump Day Happy Thought?

No one is in control of your happiness but you; therefore, you have the power to change anything about yourself or your life that you want to change.

- Barbara de Angelis

And one small reminder from our dear friend Julia Child...

Moderation. Small helpings. Sample a little bit of everything. These are the secrets of happiness and good health.

- Julia Child