My ongoing war with the scale...

Appears to have faded somewhat.

I'm not going to call it "won," because I still have to be vigilant, but it's more like "mild skirmishes" and "holding action" rather than balls-to-the-wall battle.

Case in point: We ate at Golden Corral on Thursday. Fried shrimp, fried scallops, fried spicy potato logs, that yummy "crab" salad, clam chowder...you get the idea. I skipped dessert because I was so full from the actual meal.

And the next morning, the scale taunted me with "128.6, bitch. HAH."

Yes, well. This morning I got to taunt the scale right back. 126.0. SO THERE. I'm wearing my Skinny Jeans. Hubby is looking at me like I'm a swimsuit model. I'm not, yet, but considering the fact that we'd just about lost hope of me ever looking this good again...yeah. He's so happy. As am I. Let's see if I can drop it under 126 tomorrow...

In other news, I think I've beaten that opening scene into submission. Now I'm poking the rest of it (again). You know, rather than poking not!Harry (as fun as that is because of the aforementioned sadistic bitchiness), maybe I should poke at not!Tony for awhile. He only gets injured once. Which is probably some kind of record for me.

My ongoing war with the scale...

Appears to have faded somewhat.

I'm not going to call it "won," because I still have to be vigilant, but it's more like "mild skirmishes" and "holding action" rather than balls-to-the-wall battle.

Case in point: We ate at Golden Corral on Thursday. Fried shrimp, fried scallops, fried spicy potato logs, that yummy "crab" salad, clam chowder...you get the idea. I skipped dessert because I was so full from the actual meal.

And the next morning, the scale taunted me with "128.6, bitch. HAH."

Yes, well. This morning I got to taunt the scale right back. 126.0. SO THERE. I'm wearing my Skinny Jeans. Hubby is looking at me like I'm a swimsuit model. I'm not, yet, but considering the fact that we'd just about lost hope of me ever looking this good again...yeah. He's so happy. As am I. Let's see if I can drop it under 126 tomorrow...

In other news, I think I've beaten that opening scene into submission. Now I'm poking the rest of it (again). You know, rather than poking not!Harry (as fun as that is because of the aforementioned sadistic bitchiness), maybe I should poke at not!Tony for awhile. He only gets injured once. Which is probably some kind of record for me.

W00t!

We can haz babysitter tomorrow, so I can take the Hubby to see "Watchmen."

Will be interested to see his take on it.

Should I tell him it's a satire going in? On the one hand, if you get that right from the start, then you have a whole different reaction to it than you do if you just take it straight. On the other hand, I'm not sure I want his reaction to be colored by anything at all. On the third hand (because I'm an SF writer and I can do that), I don't want him to interrogate the movie from the wrong perspective.

Decisions, decisions...

He has been warned about the Giant Blue Penis.

W00t!

We can haz babysitter tomorrow, so I can take the Hubby to see "Watchmen."

Will be interested to see his take on it.

Should I tell him it's a satire going in? On the one hand, if you get that right from the start, then you have a whole different reaction to it than you do if you just take it straight. On the other hand, I'm not sure I want his reaction to be colored by anything at all. On the third hand (because I'm an SF writer and I can do that), I don't want him to interrogate the movie from the wrong perspective.

Decisions, decisions...

He has been warned about the Giant Blue Penis.