Arrant Nonsense

continues apace.

This morning, I was under 130 for the first time in... well. A long time. Which was good to see. A lack of Doritos and Robin Eggs may have helped--oh, hell, who am I kidding, it definitely helped.

But, oh, god, I'm so hungry. At the same time, I don't actually want to eat. I know I should, but I can't actually summon the oomph to get up and make something.

Argh.

Also, I feel like I've had an enthusiasm-ectomy. The novelthing has stuttered to a halt, and I'm horribly intimidated by the Chains project. This...may be a function of my Monthly Visitor, which arrived yesterday. And I would hate it, if I had that much energy.

You may have a "blah" to go with the "argh."

has re-commenced. And I have to remind myself that small daily battles don't matter, long-term strategy does. Part of my long-term strategy includes a daily one-hour session on my recumbent stationary bike. When I first started, a few minutes would wind me. I gradually was able to do ten minutes in a row, then fifteen, then twenty, then twenty-five.

Yesterday, I did forty-five minutes in a row.

And today, I did the whole hour, and burned (it said) 500 calories. I'm considering doing another session tonight while we watch the "Human Target" pilot and then get caught up with "Fringe."

I still loathe it. But if I can knock the whole thing out in an hour and not have it hanging over my head while I recover, that's...better. I guess.

Oh, god. Wish me luck.

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.

Okay, how did that happen?

Da Boy insisted he wanted pizza for dinner last night, and offered his allowance to pay for it. So the Hubby hied them off to Little Caesar's for some Hot n Ready Pepperoni and an order of Crazy Bread. I had two breadsticks and two slices of pizza, fully expecting to gain some weight from this, as I had a baked potato for lunch.

Instead, I lost 2/10 of a pound and am now back down to my pre-Con weight.

*oddface* I'll count this as a win, but...dude. I so do not get this. At all.

In other news, I've been corresponding with one of the guys from Cosmos, and apparently they're planning on my story appearing in either April or May. THAT'S SO FAST AND I'M SO STOKED ABOUT THIS, Y'ALL. OMG. I just hope they get an image of Fluffy in the illustration for it...

And I must do a fic rec: Skynet and Stilettos by the lovely and effulgent zionangel. Tony and Pepper, all dialogue. This made me giggle like a loon and you must read it NAOW.

So, I decided to find out how much not!Harry should weigh, based on his "shorter than average" height, "slender build," and the fact that he's "muscled like a whippet." (Leave it to me to have a dog reference in there before he even turns into a wolf. To be fair, the person who thought that is a werewolf herself, so...yeah.)

Yeah, a hundred and fifty pounds is too much. I'm going to need to edit that sentence.

Fortunately, it's the only one where I actually specify, and it's not!Tony, in dialogue, in a moment of real stress. I think I'll just remove the weight reference altogether.

*does so*

*squints*

Yeah, that's better.

Maybe I should have done that before I sent it off to my (published) Mom for a beta. Heh.

Speaking of weight, the scale was my bitch this morning, which it damn well should be after three days of salad. I haven't quite lost my Con weight, but I'm only 2/10 off, so I will consider this a Win and do the Dance of Joy and wear my Skinny Jeans. Especially since my stupid period started two days ago. 126.4 looks good on me. 122.4 will look even better...

Yes. Yes, it is a good morning. Not least of which because I lost most of the weight I gained at the Con (already), and I think I'm finally caught up on the sleep I didn't get over the weekend as well.

The weight thing is...odd. I've finally figured out how my body works, so I can conquer this thing once and for all. DISCLAIMER: I would not recommend this to anyone else, but it works for me, and it goes against everything they tell you about "starvation mode" and all that other happy horse poo. But you know what? Everyone's different.

One meal a day. That's it. Snacks are permissible, but not a lot of them.

Note: At LTUE, I ate two meals on Thursday. And gained three pounds. I ate at Subway, and then went out for Thai food later. BOOM. This was bad.

Friday, we ate at the California Pizza Kitchen. Freakin' HUGE meal, but it was the only one of the day. And I maintained the exact same weight as the day before.

Saturday, back to the Thai place. Again, freakin' HUGE meal, the only one of the day. And I lost a pound. Thai food for the win, man. Because if I can eat that much and still lose weight, I want to eat like that all the time. I nearly had to move my seat back to get behind the wheel of my car, I ate that much.

Sunday, NASCAR and Wif Burritos. Dropped another half pound, I think, which, dude, that's another freakin' huge meal. However, eating at home is generally better for my weight than eating out.

Yesterday, salad. Gawd, I love my salads. Spinach, tomato, cucumber, carrot shreds, celery, black olives, a hard-boiled egg, ranch dressing, croutons, and bacon bits, mixed together in one of those three-pound buttter tubs (sans butter, of course). YUM. Dropped 4/10s and now I'm back at my goal weight, which is one pound more than my pre-con weight.

However, I'm at my Goal. Anything less than this is gravy. I still want to lose a few more (because then I'll be Hawt), but just being at the Goal is a Good Thing.

So, yes. I'm ridiculously happy over this. It only took me ten years to figure out. And I don't feel deprived, or hungry, or aything like that. This is my body and this is what I have to do to look the way I want to look and feel the way I want to feel about myself.

In other news, my brain didn't give me any pressing editing jobs on the not!kkbb/im novelthing. I'm going to read it one more time and toss it at a couple of people who haven't seen it yet. The word count has gone over 91,800. *blinks* Dude.

It's better. As I've said before, it's amazing how much sticking a clause in the middle of a sentence rather than at the end can rack up the tension in an entire scene.

The Hubby took me to Texas Roadhouse yesterday for a nummy steak dinner. They opened at four. We got there at four. And they had a 20-minute wait. Looks like lots of other people had the same notion we did--that going out to eat on Valentine's Day on a Saturday on a holiday weekend would be monumentally stupid, so let's do this a day early and beat the crowd. Yeah, it didn't work.

But I didn't gain any weight yesterday, so...WIN. Two more pounds and I'll look really good. Four more and I'll be hawt again. I'm sitting right at the goal (127), but the "goal" isn't quite the "ideal." Yeah, today's a salad day. Since I love my salads, this is not a hardship.

Today is kind of a lazy day, with some school for Da Boy. I think we're going to rent a couple of movies tonight, or see some that we already have. And, as an extra-special present to me, the Hubby is reading over the not!kkbb/im novelthing and scribbling notes all over it. Which makes me go "squee" and "eep!" all at the same time.

I've got the whole thing sitting here in front of me. Now it's just a matter of tweaking it into something awesome rather than merely good.

is my BITCH.

121.8 this morning.

I'm going to hit the not!KKBB/IM really hard today. I've thought of an element to not!Harry's disappearance that adds more angst for the other characters having to do with the fact that they wondered if he took off on his own because this is a tough time of the year for him. *evil laughter*

Of course this means that I may need to go back and make him a little more fragile than he is throughout the rest of the story.

Also!

Eeeeee!!!

The BeeFic is up at AfterburnSF!

I'm thinking that my ongoing war with the scale has been won.

122.2 this morning.

This doesn't mean I can relax my vigilance, because it's a sneaky little bastard and will stop at nothing, nothing, I say, to put me back on the defensive. But for now? I'm happy.

I'm kind of in love with the little tiny piece of writing I did last night. I added a couple of words to it this morning so it flows better, but dear Lord, poor not!Harry is such a lovely mess and is about to get messier. I...am a big meanie. *nods*

I watched another RDJ movie last night, "A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints," and I'm beginning to wonder if this guy ever met a mainstream movie (besides "Iron Man") that he liked. Because, seriously. So, I popped KKBB back into my computer and watched it again. Am I the only one who can't wait for the 30th and the Iron Man DVD?

Speaking of which, I should start storyboarding my next vid...

Also, scruff looks good on him, as it does on most men. I'm just sayin'.

Oh, and I made this, based on the Rolling Stone interview.

I'm weak.

The scale was my bitch sorry, Da Boy says I should not use such naughty terms, my whiny little girl this morning. 123.0, HAH.

And what do I do tonight because I'm out of soda? I go to the store to buy soda...and buy ice cream as well.

It's sitting in my freezer. Taunting me. I haven't had any yet. And I shouldn't. It's way too late for me to be thinking about eating anything. Eating late = weight gain = much badness lies here.

I SHALL RESIST UNTIL TOMORROW AT THE EARLIEST.

In other news, I've been watching my KKBB vid over and over again, and *heart*ing Harry, and I watched the last half of the movie again too, and gaaaaaaaah. And commenters in the comms I posted to, and on YouTube, have been incredibly kind. I can see a couple of places in there where my editing could use some work, and I wonder if I should tinker with it some more...

Really need to write. Yeah. I just realized that not!Pepper should walk into the room along with not!Harmony, because if I'm utilizing my favorite crutch to interrupt a conversation I no longer want to engage in, then I should utilize it to the Power Of Two! Also, I just remembered a conversation I wanted the characters to have about the state of not!Tony's larder...

Especially since I'm pretty much about to hit not!Harry with a (metaphorical) brick in the face, and we need some funny first.