Back in Wardrobe!!!

I went back to our old house and dug through the piles of trash and treasure that out oldest son and his stoner friends tossed with no regard into a pile as the evicted us from the Master Bedroom. It was supposed to be so more rooms could be rented, but the thing about renting rooms is you need to collect the rent. In advance. Not after the fact. From stoners. So everything smells of hookahs and poor quality cannabis sativa.

Nevertheless, I was so pleased to find my expensive (to the original owners) sport coats and prom dresses in a pile, not too rumpled. The bags of trash piled on top of them protected them from fecal matter when the cats decided dirty clothes were more hygienic than the never emptied litter box.

So now I have them in my new humble abode in the country. For 1/2 of just the amount I am upside down on my city house I have an acre and a double wide. Apparently we trailer trash types are not usually a 3 personality montage of clothing choices.

My wife has ordered me to cull. I am resisting. She maintains that it is a bit unfair that biologically I am one 1/2 of the couple but have 2/3 of the small closet. She has a point.

Progress..Or is that a loss?

I have cut back heavily on the quantity of food I take with me to work. Since I have my lunch on the seat next to me for 12 hours a day I eat what I bring. Out of boredom more than hunger. I have tried substituting lower calorie versions but that doesn't really help. Most of them are just smaller portions of the same old calorie laden snacks. The worst of these was Special K brand crackers. They advertise something like 90 calories for a whole 17 crackers! You open the box and they are just fancy edged wheat thins. Which I hate.

So now I take a sandwich, 2-3 pieces of fruit, maybe some carrots and a Fresca. I think Aspartame is a horrible product that threatens health and only makes you crave sugar, but I rationalize that one won't hurt. I used to like Fresca for the taste long before I ever had a need or even a thought of dieting. I wish they'd come out with a Splenda version.

On the subject of diet sodas: my wife is addicted to Diet Dr. Pepper. Interestingly I found I liked the taste and had long been stealing sips of her tasty beverage long before I was "dieting" much less dieting to get down a few dress sizes. I had a laugh when I suddenly remembered one day a commercial about being your own person and enjoying your Diet Dr. Pepper no matter what anyone else thinks. Shows a guy fishing, upper half all male, dangling hose-clad gams and a cute pair of pumps off the edge of the dock. Can't seem to find a clip of it to download, but can see a tiny version of it here.

It has been very discouraging that after dropping 43 lbs in 6 months then ballooning up 20+ lbs on "Lou-si-anna" roughneck food in just a couple of months that none of that rebound weight has come off for nearly a year. It is now one year ago that I went to live for just a few months in that dormitory.

Finally this morning I stepped on the scale only 13 lbs above my lowest weight. I celebrated with a Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato (and olive oil mayo) sandwich. Yummy.