Wednesday weigh-in

Yeah Yeah, I know. I am talking about losing weight again. Well, it's a big deal in a lot of ways to me. I LOVE FOOD. I do. I can't tell you how many dreams about EATING I have had in the past 2 months since I joined WW. LOTS. Although last night I dreamt I had to saw off Matthijs' leg. I don't know what that is supposed to mean. Eww.

But I digress.

I love to eat. Yes. I love to cook! But I don't really have a sweet tooth. Nothing makes me happier, seriously, than a big box of brownberry seasoned croutons. You can't even find this brand anymore, which is probably a good thing. Once the box is open, I cannot stop myself. It's such a strange craving, but I remember being about 6 years old at the pediatrician's office and he asked me, "What is your favorite food my dear?" (the first, perhaps, of many not-so-subtle conversations about my childhood weight issues). I happily responded, "Croutons!". He said, "No, I mean like a real food". I didn't get it. Croutons aren't real? They're THE BEST. Crunchy, salty with bits of garlic and italian seasonings. I liked the ones that still had a bit of crunchy crust on them. I think I would go so far as to lick the bag clean. That's sick, I know it. You have your own vices I am sure.

So anyway.

This week's weigh-in markes my 8th straight week of loss, totaling: 2.8 Pounds. Grand total loss:

14.6 Pounds.

Dude. That is nuts. Have you ever held 14.6 pounds in your hands? That's a lot of stuff. Where did it all go? Did it evaporate? I bet if I got a good haircut, it would push me over the 15lb mark. Haha. Just kidding.

When I hit the 20lb mark, I am partying like it's 1999. I might even accept Carrrrrrrmen's challenge to a dance-off. Might.