'Til The Cows Come Home

Stiff As A Board, Light As A Feather

Mind out of the gutters, perverts. I'm stiff as a board because we spent a fabulous day at Six Flags Great Adventure on Labor Day and my body ain't quite the powerhouse it used to be. A few jerky rides, combined with sleeping on a different combination of pillows of late, and my neck, shoulder and back feel like they're knotted through with railroad spikes.

But the pain was well worth it. We had the best time at the amusement park. We took a gamble going on the last major holiday of the summer but managed to avoid both Jersey Shore traffic and massive crowds. The longest wait was for the log flume ride, of all things, which was about twenty minutes. The boys in our group all but walked on to Kinga Ka - that terrible monster which I refuse to even contemplate riding - and we had to wait barely ten minutes for the park's newest coaster, El Toro. Now, I love me a wooden roller coaster (being born and bred at Cedar Point), and I can proclaim El Toro as the best ride ever. Go to YouTube and check out a point-of-view clip and you'll see why. A-maz-ing.

Here's a picture of most of group - taken by our token girl - after we ran through the sprinklers in Bugs Bunny Town to cool off:

Good times.

As for the light as a feather, well, I'm getting there. While recovering from the massive hangover two weeks ago, I stupidly decided to weigh myself. I tipped the scales at 195.8 pounds, my lifetime maximum. I knew my trousers had been getting a little tight lately - and those were the 33 waist, having bid the 32's adieu months ago - but I thought it was just from being a happy homemaker all summer. I have been hovering around the 180-185 mark lately, and that threw me for a loop.

So, I dove into the South Beach Diet. K. has gone on it to great results in the past, and I've tried to start it a few times but never stuck with it. All things considered, I've done extremely well. Phase One is almost over, and I admit that I've cheated twice. The first was at Six Flags - try finding something non-fried at their concession stands - and the second was tonight when I had a margarita out with friends I hadn't seen all summer.

Still, the results are amazing to me. This morning I tipped the scaled at 187.2 pounds. My waistband is comfortable and the puffiness from my face is gone. I'm also sleeping like a brick (hence not waking up in the middle of the night to find the right combination of comfortable pillows) without gallons of ice cream giving me hallucinations. Originally I'd wanted to get back down to 185, but I feel so good that I will make the push to go a little further. I have too many pairs of size 32's sitting in the dresser drawer to not go the extra mile!

Posted by mak at September 6, 2007 10:58 PM