Definitely excited about the day off today. Although Bobby is still sleeping away, I've already been up and got my morning routine out of the way. I'm experimenting with different workout routines, and I think I've pretty much got it down as far as what I prefer to do. A friend mentioned exercisetv.tv for free videos, and I've been trying out a few different trainers to see who's style I like best.

I'm working as hard as I can to get down to 210, because my reward for that level is a new haircut, which I really need. I decided since I want one so bad, might as well make it a milestone reward. I'm hoping to be there by June 13th so I can get it styled for my first real day of work on the 14th. I have 8.2lbs to go to reach it.

I also caved in and took my ring back. Not only do I feel utterly naked without it, I was feeling other weird feelings like sadness and guilt. I know it's just a ring, but I'm proud to wear it and I'm actually proud to be "Mrs." Weird, huh? So the final reward is changed slightly. I still get a real proposal, but Bobby's under orders to pick out a new ring, that he chose by himself, and surprise me with it. I think that's a lot better, especially since the rings we have now were bought as engagement rings anyway (and I picked them both out). Then, we'll hire the wedding planner (or maybe I should call it a handfasting planner?) and get the ball rolling on the "real" wedding. Am I cheesy for wanting to keep the same date? We'd have the ceremony on December 31st again, because I think there's some symbolism in that. But what do I know?

I ate peas and throughly enjoyed them last night for the first time in my life, literally. Ask my parents. I've never, ever liked peas. But I pan-fried them on the stove top with some other frozen vegetables and they came out really sweet and not mushy at all. I was really impressed. I'll have to eat like that from now on.

Well, I have to wake up my husband. It's our only day off together for probably at least the next few weeks and I'm going to make the best of it. Tonight, I'm going to cheat a little bit and go out for 50 cent wings, because we haven't gone in a while. Don't worry, I'll be sure to eat all the celery too! :P

Monday, Monday. First day of being in my new store. This week I train in the store, then next week I train in Cerritos again, and then the following week I'm finally an actual employee. I'm looking forward to it. Finally earning real commissions, yeah!

Tomorrow the train will be running again. Today it screwed me over because I forgot it was a holiday, and when I got to the train station, there was a little sign saying No Metrolink on Memorial Day. I had to run back toward my house to the corner and catch the bus to the red line. Added an extra 45 minutes to my commute; I was on track to be there 30 minutes early, but instead I was 15 late. On my first day in my new store. Lovely.

I didn't pack my lunch, because I did wake up a little late and showering took kind of long. I did take the time to slice up some cucumbers and toast some almonds - I wouldn't be caught dead without something good to snack on, even if I have to buy my lunch. I ended up getting a hamburger at Denny's (without the bun, of course, of course!) with my coworkers. It was really, really good. But that's only an every-so-often thing.

Just 6 more days to go on Phase 1. It's actually getting trickier now; the first week, I didn't really crave anything I wasn't supposed to, and now, for some reason, my mouth is watering every 5 minutes or whenever I catch a glimpse (or a whiff) of anything made of wheat. I'm staying strong, though.

I think I had something else I was supposed to say, but I forgot. Too bad, because I feel like it was clever.

This is my first post. Obviously.

I'm going to be ranting about random things that take more space than a status update. I've been running into that problem lately.

I'm also going to be creating accountability for myself in regards to my progress dieting. I'm vowing to post at least once a week with an update on how I've been eating, and with my current measurements, and other items related to weight-loss. I'll even post up pictures every now and again, if I deem it significant. Between this blog and my account at SparkPeople, I'm pretty sure this time will stick.

I've bet my marriage on it.

I gave Bobby my wedding ring and told him not to give it back until I hit my target weight. Once I'm at 120lbs, he's been instructed to surprise me with a real wedding proposal in a public place, extra on the romantic. Then I can have my ring back, and I'll be allowed to hire the wedding planner. So no dilly-dallying on this.

Of course, I've got some great incentives along the way. I've set up a list of rewards for every 10lbs (fun stuff like getting my hair and nails done and massages from Bobby and new fun toys and new clothes) but the end reward has to really be worth it or else I'll just quit in the middle.

My best reward so far is getting Bobby to agree to join me. Do you know how hard it is to get an Asian man off rice and eating romaine with everything? I'm shocked, but it's pretty sweet.

So, right now, I'm at 218 (down from my highest at 245, which was the result of a year of southern hospitality in Georgia) and I'm going at it slow and steady to make sure I do it right. My first milestone I'm anxious to hit is 200, of course. I'm genuinely excited.

Ok, enough ranting. ^_^