My Appointment with the Bobble Head

I had an appointment with my nutritionist today. By the way, I need a more interesting nickname for her, "L" doesn't do it. Can we call her Bobble Head because her head is disproportionately larger than her body. Ok, so during my appointment with Bobble Head I discovered that I have lost over 15" over my entire body. Not 15" from my waist but if you add up all the inches I lost from my neck, arm, upper & middle chest, ribs, waist, hips, abdomen, thigh & knee. I lost 3 1/2 -THREE AND A HALF- inches from my abdomen!!!!!!! Wooohoooo! Ok, but in pounds it's only 8 3/4 lbs. Not bad though. I was cranky when I left the house but after blasting Timbaland's "Scream" in the car and then finding out that I am in fact smaller I am now in a much better mood. Perhaps I will start to get up early in the morning to go for a run before my husband goes to work. LOL! We'll see about that. Anyway, after my appointments with Bobble Head I tend to feel like I should reward myself with a tiny cheat so I head over to Starbucks. Look, I know that rewarding yourself with food should be a no-no. I know that I should be rewarding myself with non-food things like a facial, mani/pedi, or a bubble bath but I don't have the cash to spend on a facial or mani/pedi and the bubble bath? When? By the time my little peanut is asleep I'm not interested in "relaxing" in a bubble bath. AND how can it be relaxing in the smaller-than-average-tub? It's customized small! No, seriously! I'm short but not that short. Whatever, anyway. So if I feel that having a tall skim decaf pumpkin spice latte after getting weighed I think it's ok. Someday when I'm rich I will HAPPILY spend the day at the spa when I reach my goal weight. How's that sound? Anyway, I'm at Starbucks to pick up my tall skim decaf pumpkin spice latte and as I'm walking in the door I'm holding the door for the woman behind me. Not stopping to hold it open, just passing off the open door. This BITCH! Personal trainer from New York Sports Club chatting on her freaking cell pushes past me and barely gets out an "oh thanks" and walks up to the counter. AS IF I WAS THE DOOR LADY AND AS IF I WASN'T THERE FIRST!!!! Apparently she frequents this Starbucks location more than I do and is treated like a queen. She walks up to the counter and everyone is all bowing to her and all "Oh! Hi Holy One!" and while chit chatting on her phone and barely looking at anyone there she extends her arm and flicks her starbucks card in the cashier's face. The barista quickly makes her coffee and the cashier swipes her card and she sort of glances at the guy and gives him a nod like "Good Dog! If I had a treat I'd throw it to you!" and then wonders off to the pick-up area. I kind of wanted to shove her and start a playground type fight in the middle of the place but I instead ordered a VENTI pumpkin spice latte with WHIP! How's that for fixing your inner frustration with food? It's ok, I don't always do that, just this time because I was hoping to catch up with her in the parking lot and "trip" so that my HOT latte would go flying all over her. By the time my latte was made I realized that she's the kind of bitch that has her lawyer in her top five and would have sued me for all the money I don't have. The judge would end up making me be her maid.

My parents brought my niece's old walker for Aislinn to play with today. She LOVES it but seems to only know how to walk backwards in it. It kind of pisses her off when she knows she wants to walk to me but ends up going in the other direction. What can you do? She just woke up from her 3 hour nap and is very chatty. I should probably go get her and stop writing.