Buffalo Wings and the Hungry Monster

I had dinner with Rach last night at Pluckers because I miss my boyfriend and never get to see him anymore because of his busy schedule. It was a lot of fun. We had the baby with us so tons of people kept crowding around to play with her. She's so pretty and perfect and smiles at everyone. Brian kept picking her up and kissing her, which all the ladies thought was adorable. I thought it was pretty dreamy, too. A couple of people asked if she was his baby. I just laughed. He said, "Not yet. Not yet." Anyway- let me tell you about the Pluckers Challenge.

First yesterday I had a healthy breakfast- scrambled egg with bell pepper and onion. Yum. Then I worked way later than usual and had forgotten a snack, so I rushed home and had a banana and a pudding snack because the Hungry Monster attacked. Great on calories at that point. Then - believe it or not- I went on a 6 mile jog with Captain around the neighborhood. It's probably more like a 5.5 mile run because we had to measure with our car mileage one day. And from one dead end in the neighborhood to the other, it is about 2 miles. I went around twice and was still feeling great. So then I went around one more time. Poor Captain was leaning on my legs by the end of it. He was breathing harder than I was during the after stretch, too. Cute. Then I did some crunches and free weights before my shower.

THEN I put on my little jeans and called Mom to tell her. Man it felt great. I even took an after pic for ya. (will post later) And yes, there are always smaller jeans to try for. I have my new pair ready to go, folded on the dresser as a constant reminder.

Then came Pluckers. Brian wanted to win a contest so he made us order a specialty drink (which Rach drank for me) and a potato chip with blue cheese and tomato appetizer. Wow. I'll admit I ate like 4 chips worth and they were so delicious. So then I avoided everything fried on the entire Pluckers menu and got the grilled-non-breaded chicken tenders with mild buffalo sauce for dipping. As my side order, I avoided french fries, baked potatoes, mac n' cheese and ordered baked beans. As I watched Rach eat her juicy cheese burger and waffle fries, I dipped my droopy grilled chicken strips into the buffalo sauce and let my mouth water.

And it's okay because when I get to 130 lbs, I'm going to eat the biggest bowl of mac n' cheese ever made and it is going to feel great! It will make up for all the yummy meals I have had to skip.
How sad that the light at the end of my tunnel, my pot of gold- is food. LOL!

This morning getting ready for work was fun. I wore a little green dress that my fat butt couldn't fit into in December. And it's even lose on me. Oh my gosh! But first, I tried on a bunch of other shirts and things I had not touched in months- and they all fit. I changed clothes so many times, but not because I hated everything I put on, because I liked everything I put on. It's so nice to be able to care about fashion a little bit when you can actually fit into things that would otherwise bring out your fattest areas. No longer a problem. NOW I want to try even more adventurous fashions, and I want to look better in them than my cute little friends. I want a completely flat stomach and killer arm and hamstring muscles. But I don't want manly arm muscles. Sometimes I think Jillian's arms look a little too big. By the way I joined the Jillian club on Facebook Mom, thanks :). Haha. I'm thinking more along the Jennifer Aniston lines. She looked so great on the latest cover of GQ. Another inspiration.

Another thing: Rach and I were discussing how we think that in a relationship you should want to look good for your partner. There are a ton of reasons to want to look good, but I'm just adding that one to the list. I want to be able to visit old friends and family and have them think, "Wow, Brian's really got a looker." That would make me feel great but I can also sense his pride when other people compliment me. And when he's been jogging and losing lbs, I become extra atracted to him and want to show him off, too. I don't want to be Brian's fat, insecure girlfriend that he doesn't want to take to the company Christmas party. I want to be his cute girlfriend with great clothes and a confident smile that he wants to take everywhere. I want to be arm candy. So there's yet another inspiration.

What do you think?

Leah and I are coming to San Antonio tonight for Grandpa's 80th. I'm excited. It will be so nice going to dinner with ladies who care about being healthy. I wont feel like the rabbite at the table when I order something with veggies while everyone else is eating grease mountains. Although, I am extra proud when I order more healthy than my dining partners- it makes me feel like the strong one, the one with will-power, stamina etc. But I only wish Mop and I had time to work out before San Antonio. Maybe we can squeeze it in somewhere? Or maybe we can go for a run while we're in SA? Let's discuss.

This morning I ate some Honey Bunches of Oats with a banana cut up inside. Interesting. I think the "bunches" are a little too chalky tasting. I felt like I was eating something healthy, though. I just need to make sure on Spark people. I couldn't finish the cereal- not my favorite. I'll stick to raisin brand and cheerios. They seem to do the weight-loss trick.