Club Pants?! Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Today I am unpacking the boxes in my office.  I suppose I should mention that we moved into this "new" house 14 months ago.  So that means it's really REALLY sad and pathetic that I am just now finding a (tiny) chunk of time to get started unpacking my crap.  And it's all crap, too - with a box or two total of mementos mixed in.  The unpacking job entails separating the mementos from the crap, and discarding the crap.  Or otherwise known as, "MY LEAST @#$*^-FAVORITE TASK ON EARTH.

One might assume I'm smoothing the way with chewy, homemade oatmeal raisin cookies, or tequila.  But I'm not.  I had one minor dietary slip an hour ago, when I picked up the 3-year-old from my mother's house and stalked directly to her fridge, threw it open, and swallowed a can of Dr. Pepper in one gulp before I had a chance to taste it, or ask permission.  I usually ask permission at least.  In my opinion, it was worth all 150 caramel-colored calories on a day such as this.

I found two garbage bags full of "club clothes" while digging.  (Seriously?!  Did I REALLY wear these clothes in public?!  And actually DANCED in them?!  In FRONT of people?!)  They're all size 3,4,5...  I can't remember there being a size "0" when I was in high school or college, but I weighed around 120 pounds from the ages of 18-27, and I know a zero would have never fit me.  Even so, I have to admit I feel a little wistful as I bag these things up for Goodwill.  I mean, couldn't I make some of these items a "goal?"  They're not ALL tiny - most of them are actually lycra/spandex (I TOLD YOU - "CLUB CLOTHES!") - and I know that even if my ass ends up being a size 7 or 8 or 9 when I hit my goal weight of 125, I will be able to squeeze into some of these leggings pants.  And NO, I don't have any intention of wearing them in public again.  And NO, I don't ever have plans to dance in public again!  Stop laughing!  I used to be AWESOME.

These are very similar to my club pants.  No, I don't remember what I wore for shoes.  No, I do not have Alzheimer's.

It's almost 6:00 p.m., and I'm already at 1270 calories for the day.  I know I should stop there and be done eating now, but there is NO WAY I'll be able to do it - I'm hungry NOW!  I do plan to get on the elliptical later, though.  Maybe I'll survive with a protein bar or shake and a cup of tea closer to bedtime.  Wish me luck!

UPDATE:

I'm not sure where those good luck wishes were directed, but they didn't land on me!  ROTFL!  Here's dinner, at 6:45 p.m.:

Lean Cuisine Mushroom Pizza:  300 calories
Mike's "Lite" Hard Lemonade:  100 calories
Total for the day (so far):  1670 calories

Dinner of Champions.  WINNING!!!

Which means that I need to ride that 'ol elliptical for two hours now to end up where I'd like to be for the day.  Hey, maybe I'll watch TWILIGHT!!!  


It's all good.