At least, that's what I'm hoping about the 160's this week. Today's number, a happy 160.5 has me wishing and praying and hoping that the 150's will soon be here. I'm still working out, but not doing the weight training as much as I'd like. I plan on popping in a Firm disc tomorrow for arms. Friday and Saturday will be monopolized with preparing for hubby's bodybuilding show. I suspect that our weekend will have a splurge or two...but I'll try to pace myself.

Well, of course the health folks tell us that you really can't have too much fiber (at least, we Americans never get enough so, we really don't have to worry about over doing it, right?). There used to be a commercial for a fiber supplement that showed a lady getting in her recommended grams of fiber by eating all day. She would turn off her alarm in the morning, roll over and grab an apple. She would eat her regular meals, but then you'd see her pumping away on an Exercycle while eating a huge stalk of raw broccoli. The idea, of course, is that you'd literally have to eat all day to get in the recommended value and we just can't do that.

So, I've been getting in my extra fiber whenever I can. The newest trend for me is eating the Fiber One brand of goodies. The chocolate chip bars are wonderful and so is the cereal (Caramel Delight!)l but, buyer beware. You may just want to make sure you eat these things when you're already home or will be within the hour of eating. The breakdown happens pretty fast and you may experience other symptoms before you find yourself visiting the throne. Seriously! Can one person produce so much gas? Yikes! It makes me wonder about the folks who are taking Xen.ical or it's OTC brother, A.LLI. Not that Fiber One recommends that you bring extra clothes to work, but it's pretty darn close.

Meanwhile, the weight was the same this week and that's because I indulged in a few too many Easter treats. Cadbury eggs, M&Ms, Strawberry Milkshake Whoppers and the best yet, Dove Chocolate Walnut Rendezvous ...

OMG! These are the best "dry" cookies I've ever eaten! The best part is that the girls don't like them, so they could be all mine and hubby's. So, it's no surprise to me that there was no change. The workouts have been good, steady and consistent. Today is weight training day, so I'd better hop to it. Hopefully, all the gas I have will be expelled by the end of the workout. Really, is it worth it?

It seems to be my mood, as of late. I'm now feeling encouraged and happy about the prospects of my hubby not moving out. Normally (as I've said before, I'm all backwards), I would eat in celebration of this happiness but I resist. I've worked hard to get to these blasted 160s and am encouraged that I am on my way to the 150s (maybe). Will it happen? God, let's hope so.

Today, I was going to have a rest day. Everything in me says, "Work out! Work out! Work out!" but I really do need a day of recharge. Tomorrow, I can work out and feel good that I've worked out everyday this week accept Friday. Can it be? I'm actually missing the workout? (Cue Twilight Zone music here).

Easter is coming and hubby bought me a snazzy new dress not too long ago. I haven't worn it yet, so it is now dubbed the Easter dress of 2008. Is anybody else not "feeling" Easter? It's too early this year. I can't believe it's nearly time to dye eggs and such. Dye eggs? For real? (Here's the dress. Too bad I don't have those "Mary Janes" from my goal list. They would rock with this dress!)

Well, with all my personal troubles, I haven't had much of an appetite (see New Dawn site). I'm not advocating this way of "dieting" or "eating right" because it really isn't "eating right"; however, the scale was kind this morning at 160.5 and I'm certainly not complaining. As it stands, I'm officially smaller than I was in June of 2004 (my smallest since starting this blog in 2003). It's truly a milestone! The last time I was this close to being in the 150s, I had just gotten married.

Now, I'm getting nostalgic and feeling sad. Ten years ago, I was probably this weight and ten years ago, the only place my hubby wanted to be was near me. Currently, he's in a race to get clear so that we can "think" and "work things out". I'm just so afraid of what this will lead to! In the meantime, I can't think straight and I'm not eating properly, so I'm hitting these awesome numbers that, yeah I'm sort of happy about, but I'd much rather have my hubby. The wild thing is that he's been going on and on for the past few days about how much he loves me and wants everything to work out. I want the same things, but I want him here, too. Sleeping alone has been incredibly difficult for me and I feel sort of weak saying this.

Meanwhile, (and on a happier note) I'm sort of hard, I guess is the best word to describe it. I went to scratch my upper thigh the other day and it felt like rock or a rod had been inserted into my leg. It was sort of weird and unsettling at first. I asked my hubby what it could be (this was a few days ago when we were still playing "house" and all was well) and he said, "Uh, that's muscle honey." Yeah, well I guess I already knew that but just needed some sort of confirmation of the fact. It was weird and still is. I'll grab my legs to walk up the steps and, wow! Steel! I just can't see the definition like I'd like to or maybe it's there and I'm having body issues. Who knows.

For the first time in nearly a year, I changed my imood display. I have a feeling it will be "sad and pitiful" for a while.