And by that title, I mean it's Thursday Eve like Christmas Eve (as opposed to being cutesy with Thursday evening), only with more freaking out. How did that happen already? Weigh-in is imminent, and my fingers are crossed.
I definitely stand a chance of being at 156 tomorrow morning. I weighed myself on the evil home scale this evening and it said 156, so I'm ballpark-ish at least. But that home scale is also weird and freaky, so I'm taking it with a grain of salt. Also there's the fact that it's the week before you-know-when and I'm having a major bloatfest this month.
So while I'm not in the depths of despair, I'm not overly confident either. We'll see what the scale brings. But regardless, I believe Operation Damage Control was a success, even if it ends up being a qualified variant.
In other news, I survived my fortieth birthday quite nicely. Choreboy did an amazing job with his surprise, and managed to get my pregnant little sister and her husband to fly down here from NYC, so that was totally awesome. She's about 19 weeks and has just entered that "cutely pregnant" stage. I'd be envious except I know that in about 20 more weeks I'll still be sleeping through the night and there's a strong likelihood she won't be.
I've done my time in the newborn trenches, thankyouverymuch.
(All that said, when I found out she was expecting I squee'd to Choreboy, "My sister's having a baby for me!" to which he responded, "She'll likely want to keep it."
Me: Yeah, she'll probably want to raise it and everything.
Him: I like that girl more and more every day.)
It was a great evening, and between that and Easter Sunday I'm sure I consumed more than my fair share of that which should generally be eaten in moderation... but I really enjoyed it regardless.
So anyway, I'm definitely forty. And it's kind of okay, the more I get used to having a 4 in front of my age than a 3. I wouldn't say I've totally adapted, but I strongly suspect I'll live.
It's better than the alternative at any rate.
I'll check in tomorrow with the weigh in results. That is, unless my aging brain once again takes a pass on the whole "Wow, it's Thursday!" thing.
Have a good one, y'all :)
March 27th, 2017 Most Things
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