I am such a sap

We have had cable for the past couple months and of course I have been watching the Biggest Loser. I dont think there has been an show where I have not cried. The change the contestants make is so incredibly amazing and cool to watch but it doesnt motivate me. Does that sound bad? Let me dig a littler deeper. When these contestants lose their weight they are looking good and healthy but their weight is what I am now give or take a few pounds. Here they are looking happy and good and here I am the same size feeling fat and frumpy. I am not here to throw a pity party just curious if anyone feels the same way. The random thoughts I have get me in trouble sometimes.

Random Thinkings

Random #1 It is happening that a lot of people around me are doing the HCG diet thingy. The idea of it intrigues me and as I see through their experiences that it is not some hokey pill that makes your heart race and makes you make a fool of yourself. I am still in the debating stage plus I want to give my body time to heal and fully recover. But how cool would it be to lose that weight in like a couple of months compared to six months or so.

Random #2 I have become obsessed with weighing myself. It is almost a nightly ritual. I weigh myself at night because I know that is the real me. I get excited because I just know the number will be lower by a few points. Plus I just like to get naked.

Random #3 I am excited for school to start. Not because my kidlets will be gone for the day, because I plan on being in the classroom with them, but because of the things they will learn and the adventures they will experience as they continually learn. We have many adventures at home but it is nothing like opening a book and escaping in it. (plus it will give me a chance to workout more)

Random #4 I so want to get a haircut. I get my haircut every two years and it is sorely hitting that two year mark. I am ready for something new and sexy.

Random #5 Carry On

Hmmm

Tonight I will weigh in and it will be a bitter sweet event. I will get to see if in truth all the liquid and gas will have left my body and made me the person whom I was post surgery. It will be fun and it will put me back in the game.

The funny thing is the night I went into the hospital I was puking and having diarrhea (no that is not the funny part) but after I felt I was done I weighed myself. I seriously thought I had nothing left in me. I weighed an awesome 177 point something pounds and it made me happy. I was finally in the 170's and I had hope. It was a great feeling and I look forward to having it again, without the puking and diarrhea.

Carry On!

ps: happy birthday to me yesterday! woot woot