We went out to dinner Saturday night. I kept trying to get Lobster to order an appetizer. You know, one of those lovely crispy, cheesy, dip kind of things that are so yummy. I think I asked him about 3 times if he wanted one. If he had ordered it, it wouldn't be my decision and I could
I couldn't believe what the scale read this morning. I had to go back and weigh myself about 5 times and check its batteries before I believed it enough to enter it into My Fitness Pal. 3.4 pounds is a good loss! Yay me! Though, it's more weight than I want to lose each week. I'm worried if I lose too fast, it won't be permanent, like so many times before. Remember - I'm a tortoise!
I may have mentioned, before, that I have a problem getting rid of stuff. I may need that magazine that I read 5 years ago. It had a picture of a fireplace mantle that I want; Or, why do I need 5 sets of measuring cups? Or the ten year supply of plastic forks and spoons in the cabinet; Or the 1000 random screws I find all over the house. I keep them all - just in case. Maybe that's why I've been holding on to this weight. I just might need it someday. Yep, that's it.
ANYWAY, I keep stuff, especially paper. Too much, too long. It drives Lobster crazy. It makes it a pain to have company because I have to clean up all the "stuff" before they can come over. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. All you with psychology backgrounds can give me some free advice. But somehow, my youngest sister didn't get that "holding onto stuff" gene. Her home is always tidy. She does all of her dishes every night - no "soaking the pan (and whatever else didn't fit in the dishwasher) overnight" for her. She knows where to find everything. Her home feels very calm. She'll probably laugh because she's got 2 boys under 5 and so I'm sure she doesn't think her home feels very calm, but I can tell you that as a visitor, it does.
She regularly cleans out her closets. When something doesn't work, she gets rid of it. When something is replaced, the older item gets gone. She does not keep stuff. I'm telling you, I need some of that gene.
Well, she is coming over this week to help me clean out my cabinets in my kitchen. She is going to whip me and my cabinets into shape and I'm going to love it. She is going to be the little voice in my head that I'm SUPPOSED to have. I'll take before and after pictures so you can see the squalor that I make my family live with. I mean, seriously, what am I supposed to do with the mug I bought when I graduated from high school. It has my name and high school name on it. I graduated in 1988. It's sitting in my cabinet right now. Any wagers on whether it will still be in my cabinet on Friday? I guess we'll see.
Have a good week, all. This week I'm working on making sure I get enough sleep. Lobster is out of town and for the sake of Boys 1 and 2, I don't want to turn into the Wicked Witch of the Northwest.