Day three: weight lost, 2.2 pounds. Total weight lost, 5.2 pounds. Oh yeah, I’m happy. In fact, I put on a pair of pants this morning that I was fully prepared would make me look like 10 pounds of potatoes in a 2 pound bag, but much to my delight, they fit pretty well. Another ten pounds and maybe I can get into my brown slacks. 😉 (Another ten pounds and I’ll have to give away my khakis because they’ll fall off of me.) Just FYI, too, I only plan on doing this “day” thing for the first two weeks. Or if this is what keeps me on the ball, maybe I’ll keep doing it. I just don’t want to turn this into a weight-loss blog.
I moved past the scene I was stuck on, or at least, past the moment I was stuck on. I’m still working on that scene but I think I can use it to deepen the feelings between the characters. Grace lets her guard down, and Paul sees there’s something in her that he’s badly lacking in himself. I’m excited to get back to it today.
I read an article yesterday on how to be an optimist, and part of it was the simplest thing that never occurred to me. Just smile. It mentioned an experiment where people were asked to watch cartoons while holding a pen in their mouths (I’m assuming they were biting down on it sideways; otherwise I’d envision an expression of surprise), and those who did found the cartoons funnier than those who didn’t. The theory is that the facial muscles expressing a smile triggers something in the brain to believe that the individual is happy, therefore he/she should emit happy brain chemicals. They came up with this theory by reversing the physiology, that when the brain thinks it’s happy, it emits happy chemicals that tell the face to smile. I tried it and it helped me relax a little and get into the scene. I plan on grinning while I continue to work on the story.
I picked up groceries on the way home. $160 later, I didn’t get a single bad snack. On the other hand, I was dead tired, and wondering when that energy burst was going to hit me, the one I had when we started the Atkins Diet. It seemed like 3 days into the diet plan, we both had more energy than we knew what to do with. I was hoping for it when I got home, pushed myself to work out (it doesn’t seem so awful anymore), made dinner, and sat down to play on the computer. Only I couldn’t sit there for long, so I shut it down and went to crochet. Half an hour later I was folding my laundry, and by that time I was standing so I decided to cut up the veggies for our turkey chili tonight. Before I knew it, it was 10:00 and I hadn’t remembered to have dessert. (I even got 2 packs of sugar-free Jello.) Be careful what you wish for.
At the supermarket, I came out to find a giant red pickup had swiped its paint on my rear door. I was steamed but I decided to keep my cool. I wrote a note that I left on the windshield (“Thanks for scraping your paint across my car, you DICK. KARMA”) and drove away thinking about how often that happens. I have a veritable rainbow on my fenders and doors because of ignorant, discourteous morons like that. With any luck, compound will take it out, and since I have nothing else planned this weekend, it occurred to me, I could get some compound and really good car wax and make Max look way better. While I still don’t absolve the moron in the parking lot, it was nice on my part to be able to turn a negative into a positive. That’s not exactly my forte, but I’m learning.