A win.

When the crap did it get cold again?

That’s kind of lame.

I was all ready to pack up my winter coat, and burn my mittens, and put a W in the spring-has-sprung column, but no. It’s below freezing and people are talking about the s word – IN APRIL.

Whatever.

Moving on.

I totally won my NCAA March Madness pool at work.

Out of 46 people!

I know nothing about basketball. I barely know how many players are on each team (It’s five right?). But I read this article in Slate and it told me to pick Duke and I did and I won!!!

Like a lot.

I haven’t gotten the money yet because apparently the pool organizer is in Florida (if he’s spending it, I will kill him be very mad), but when I do get the money, I’m going be so much richer.

Seriously.

WOOT-WOOT!

I’ve come close to winning these kinds of things in the past. Like in grad school, I got like second place out of like 40 people (and managed to anger some serious basketball fans). But close doesn’t count in these kinds of things.

Luckily this time was different.

I won it all. YAY!

So ya, also, umm, keeping off the weight is going to be something I struggle with every day of my life for the rest of my life and if I ever get pregnant or something I might have a panic attack from the stress of it all.

I literally weigh myself everyday.

Usually twice.

And if I gain even one pound, I re-access and work-out extra.

It’s been said that the only thing harder than losing weight is keeping it off, and I’m worried as crap that it will all come back in like a week.

The hardest thing is the constant choice I have to make to drink water. I still like soda, but it’s bascially hundreds of hidden little stupid calories in each one, so I have to keep on keeping on with the H2O. And I have to say, “Crystal, it’s OK. Your meal will be OK if you have a water instead of a soda. You will still like it.” to myself each and every time.

It’s only been about two months since I’ve gone from losing to maintaining, and each day that I don’t go over 145 I count as a win.

Today, so far, is a win.

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Spring is my favorite

All the colors of spring totally my match my Barbie blonde hair. I got a full-night’s sleep last night. My roommates are out of town so I can pee with the bathroom door open. I had a great, sweat-dripping Jazzercise workout this morning. I made it to the bank to deposit a needed $10 into my account before a pending check was cashed. I’m planning to have Taco Bell for dinner. I totally had a great Easter, which involved the youth group kids coming through for me in a way that they probably do not even understand makes me happy and also an awesome evening with church friends. I’m super close to winning my work bracket for March Madness (Go Duke!). The economy seems to suck just a little less than it used to. Great America opens in about three weeks. My laundry is done. I can finally open my bedroom window and take in heaping breathes of fresh air all day long. The sun is out.

Life is good.

Thank you God.

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Pajama shorts

I bought a pair of pajama shorts about a month ago.

They’re the kind of thing I normally wouldn’t waste money on because who the heck is ever going to see me in pajama shorts? (See: Crystal, single, eternity). But I decided they were my reward for losing weight.

My $12, heck ya, I can pull these off and look decent enough to strut around the house, shorts.  My, this is someting I need to realize my body is officially different, shorts. My, I haven’t bought any pair of shorts at all ever for the last nine years. (Seriously. Nine years.) shorts.

My lovely blue-green plaid-patterned with a sky-blue bow in the front, shorts.

Every time I wear them the reward sensors in my brain go off and I’m happy all over again that I’ve lost weight. It’s still really hard for me to understand that I look different. For me, the weight came off too slowly to notice, and I feel the same on the inside, so I constantly wonder if the whole thing was all in my head.

But these shorts remind me that I am definitely different.

And I love them for it.

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