WooHoo!!!!

I go to the local doctor's office to weigh once a week to track my progress.  Well, last week I GAINED weight.  How is that possible?  Children starving in Africa are eating more than me.  Needless to say, I was NOT a happy camper.  So, I went in today to weigh.  I said hello to the ladies at the desk.  I informed them that if I had not lost any weight that someone was going to die.  They didn't seem worried so I guess they've heard this before.  The moment of truth......229.2 pounds.  While weighing that much is nothing to get excited about....it was 4 pounds less than I weighed last week and now puts me only 9 pounds away from my first goal.  WOO HOO!!!!!!  I informed the ladies that they were safe and would live to see Saturday.  Again, they didn't really seem phased.  On the other hand, my family was very excited and seemed to actually be relieved.  They had had to live with me this past week and knew their lives were in danger....truly they were.  At any other stage in my life, reaching a goal means "let's go out to eat and celebrate".  Of course, that can't be the same celebration since my goal is to lose weight.  Hmmmm, maybe that is part of the problem.  Anyway, I'll deal with that issue later.  I'm off to eat a celebration salad.