Pure Evil

It happens every year at this time around the country.  Evil comes knocking on your door, your cubicle, at the grocery store, in front of the bank, and although it usually only lasts for a few weeks, it's almost impossible to resist.

It comes in many forms, but for me, the worst is the Tag-A-Long.  Yes, I am talking about Girl Scout Cookies.  Those little bites of pleasure that are evil in disguise.  Can't they be regulated and sold throughout the year thereby negating my overwhelming desire to buy 10 boxes in February because I might possibly run out before the next February?  Do they even come with a warning label, that says "highly addictive" or "consuming too many will cause enlargement of the hips"?  They should.

That said, I managed to control my urges this year...well mostly because eating too many make me sick, not because I possess a newly found sense of self-control.  And despite their caloric content, I've managed to lose another pound, making my new total 61 pounds, which ironically is the average weight of a Girl Scout.  So, take that you little peddlers of evil!

Moves Like Jagger

Well, the first post for February has an exciting element.  Today, after my shower and my step on the scale, I have hit 60 pounds exactly!  Yeah!

I was so excited I started doing a happy dance.  Rosco, my dog, looked at me like I had lost my mind to which I replied, "What's wrong, can't you tell I've got moves like Jagger?"  For those of you who don't know Maroon 5, it's a song in tribute to Mick Jagger.

So my happy dance continued to the bedroom where I put on my clothes and yep, hooking the bra on that last clasp now, going to have buy new ones very soon.  Plus, the "around the house pants" that I pulled on are way too big in the waist and if it wasn't for my hips they'd fall right down.

Maybe between the moves like Jagger and my clothes falling off I could explore a new career opportunity in the stripper business.  Just kidding, I don't even like taking off my clothes in front of myself!