We're looking at license plate covers for Mr. W's new car... and at this point it's just getting silly. Plain old boring might be the ticket. Not a big fan of stickers and license plate covers, but given the right one, I'd consider it. These would be examples of what I would NOT consider: "Part time tech, full time geek master", "I banged the drummer" (that one would be for MY car, of course), and my personal favorite... "I don't skinny dip, I chunky dunk". Ah ha. Ha.
Seriously, though, Mr. W is concerned about me losing too much more weight. I still have boobs and butt. There is a part of me that says stop. Well, stop after my stomach surgery.... I'm assuming that will be around ten pounds of weight, which would leave me in the low 170's. Then, there is the part of me that says take this as far as you can. I think there's alot more chunky acceptance than there was even ten years ago... but, I still feel this pressure. IT'S AS IF I'M NOT LOSING, THEN I MUST BE GAINING. How warped is that? Typical "diet" mentality?
Eggs w/ ham & cheese & green salsa, strawberry/yogurt Zone bar, turkey w/ gravey & mashed potatoes. 700 calories, lots of protein. Don't know about dinner yet. I need to work on not snacking at night. It hasn't been horrific, but I've been grazing "just because". No PMS or anything. I don't begrudge myself a little before bed treat, but maybe not as unplanned as it's become. There's always something to work on!