Obviously I am not telling you my weight. Because you are not interested in that, believe me. But check this out (notice how me knowing you’re not interested in my weight devolves into a paragraph about my weight but there’s other equally-as-boring but not-about-my-weight stuff after that so stick around!):

So four months, 38.3 lbs gone. Would be nicer to say 40 because I like the rounded number of 4 months 40 lbs but 38.3 is pretty effing awesome, for me anyway. Again, I have not been able to lose weight (and by “lose weight” I mean “lose more than four pounds”) in my entire life it seems like so blah this is boring but I feel encouraged.

Not much has been happening this week. I was sick on Monday and Tuesday (if by ‘sick’ you count ‘high fever but absolutely no other symptoms like vomiting or nausea or headaches or anything just fever and wanting to lay around on the sofa complaining about feeling cold’), went to work on Wednesday, Thursday had a PD day, and Friday worked. Yesterday I went to my WW meeting where my mom and I got all outraged because someone without a handicapped placard was parked in the handicapped spot (my mom is disabled and really does need that handicapped spot) so I had to drop her off at the door where she gingerly made her way in with her cane while I went and parked across the street. Usually we park, and I walk with her to the door in case she falls. ANYWAY. We mentioned that to the people in there; this is the second week in a row, and it’s been the same car, so hopefully next Saturday they’ll have not parked there. I have a feeling it’s someone who’s new and who doesn’t realize that that spot is the handicapped spot, because it is covered in snow. Anyway our rage fueled us and we both lost weight so hooray.

Rob and I had an Adventure Time yesterday, (finally) taking our Christmas lights down off the house and chipping ice off the steps. We had a ton of snow over the break, and since then it’s been alternately getting warm and melting, then freezing up again. Yes, we did shovel off our steps but there was some freezing rain and just badness. I don’t like to put down salt because the poor dogs’ paws! Plus we always somehow end up tracking rock salt into the house and then I walk on it with my bare feet and yuck. BUT, I bought some salt yesterday so that is all going to happen eventually.

This morning while Mr. Rob sleeps (why am I unable to sleep in past 6 am? WHY?) I am going to find spots for all my delightful Christmas gifts (well. the Magic Bullet is still on the coffee table) and actually properly put away the Christmas decorations (yes, yes, it’s all taken down, but the boxes are still in the living room. You know, because of all my laze). We are going to see the Hobbit this afternoon and I am at once excited and terrified. Because bad reviews! But I want to love it! What if I don’t love it? What will happen to me? What will happen to Peter Jackson? Will it hurt Ian McKellan’s feelings? I HOPE NOT!