Guess What?

I only have NINE more pounds to go to reach that 100 pounds lost mark!!  

I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had dropped two more pounds this morning, making it a total of five in the last week and a half after a few weeks of nada.  I look for things to slow down now again but as I am switching things up in the gym a little, I'm hoping it might help keep things moving.  I think that maybe a gym routine can become stale after awhile as my muscles no longer felt as if they were responding.  I think maybe they were getting as bored as I was.

I also need new underwear.  I just realized as I was walking through the house that I feel like I'm wearing a wet diaper....only I'm not wet thankfully...we'll save that one for much later years.  I just feel a little saggy in the rear area.  It's a very odd feeling; not entirely unpleasant but still odd.

With Advent literally right around the corner, I can already feel things picking up at work.  There is suddenly more things to plan and candy making going on and Advent readers to chose and a living Nativity script to tweak.  Bulletins to order and little plastic candle holders and bills to pay and a December newsletter to get crackin' on.  Lots of stuff going on.

I came to the realization as I sat down to blog tonight that I love this new life I am living.  No, it isn't all new; there are constants that keep me grounded and thankful: The Brit, the kids, my friends, but yet it is all new at the same time.  I don't think there is anything that is not easier once extra weight is gone.  Life is just easier and even the moments that are stressful or hectic are still easier than they would have been seven months ago.

I also realized yesterday that though I have always been an extrovert, I was still not as outgoing in the ways that most mattered.  Yesterday, I stood in line at the grocery store, picking up sugar for Tod and behind me was an elderly woman in one of those motorscooters with the basket in front.  Seven months ago I'm not sure I would have done this; I might have felt too awkward or too self conscious, but I asked her if I might unload her basket for her while I was waiting in line.  She seemed a little shocked but quickly agreed.  I was the one who felt really good about helping her; probably better than she felt being helped.

I saw on a news story today at the gym that one of the Starbucks locations, I think in Texas, has been doing a Pay It Forward; customers paying for the drink of the person behind them.  A random act of kindness.

So, I challenge my handful of readers to Pay It Forward to someone tomorrow, then comment here and let's see what y'all did and how you felt about it.  I love this kind of stuff and tis almost the season!

Looking forward to hearing your stories!