Well, it's Sunday. You know what that means, church. And it also means my mission to discover if Michael McKean is drinking coffee at the church cafe. I'm sorry to say I am still not sure. He was there, but I didn't get to talk to him. I had a bold plan ready (introduce myself with first and last name and hope he did the same), but, alas, he was absorbed in a conversation with some blond lady. I was discouraged at first, but developed a quick Plan B. Sit at the nearest table to them that I could and hopefully be able to eavesdrop and get the information I need to make a determination. While their conversation was mildly interesting, I still have no concrete evidence either to confirm or deny that the man is Michael McKean. I will try again next Sunday.
As for my 36 by 36 project, it's going well. I have stayed in the vicinity of my original weight, though, so I think this week I will need to get a tape measure so I can see inches, centimeters, whatever, dropping. Otherwise I start do get apathetic and tell myself I should accept my body the way it is, blah. I added some exercise music to my iPod (eminem, rihanna, black eyed peas) so that helps me get motivated to get on the treadmill. My clothes are fitting better, and that's a good sign, I think. My plan this week is to do some exercise every day, in addition to my meal replacement shake and eating no sugary foods or junk. I just really can't stand the sight of my flabby tummy anymore. I think I look good, but then I walk by a mirror or a window and bam! I'm wondering who is that fat chick walking so close to me, then I realize, oh crap, that's me! Reality check.
The week ahead looks busy. The kids are off school tomorrow and Princess O has a play date, which means the boys will be home together with me. Let the fighting begin. I am dreading the day already.