Update

About the Mouse…

The little bastard got stuck on a glue trap, but managed to free himself. We still have 6 traps set. Why is my kitchen being held hostage by Gangsta Mouse?!?

About the Wedding…

The ceremony was great and my friend looked FABOO. Even though I’m almost 26 (in 10 days…mark your calendars), it’s strange to see a childhood friend get married. I just can’t see myself taking that step for a long time…same with children. Until I can successfully keep a plant alive in my apartment, I don’t think I should produce an heir to the throne.

About WW…

I’ve been struggling the past couple of weeks and I can feel it in my clothes. The scale fluctuations have been frustrating me, so I made a decision. I’m still going to weigh-in at my center weekly, but I’m no longer going to post results every week. My website will now reflect total pounds lost for the month. I think this method will move my focus back to overall results. I need to stop scrutinizing every little hiccup on the scale. I’m hoping this change will also prevent people from analyzing my weight loss journey every week and sending emails to tell me what I’m doing wrong. LOL

About RftR Weekend

The 2003 Ride for the Roses Weekend is scheduled for October 24-26 in Austin, Texas. The Divas will be doing the 5K Run for the Roses on Saturday 10/25 and the 25 mile Ride on Sunday 10/26. I’m nervous about the distance, but the event isn’t timed, so I’m going to pace myself. I’m looking forward to a fun weekend with the girls.

About the book I’m reading…

The Between Boyfriends Book: A Collection of Cautiously Hopeful Essays By Cindy Chupak

This review from Publisher’s Weekly sums it up:

Emmy Award-winning writer and producer Chupack (Sex and the City; Everybody Loves Raymond) gathers columns that appeared in Glamour and other magazines in this funny and occasionally poignant first book. Reading Chupack’s meditations on such modern mysteries as dating, therapy and male behavior, fans of Sex and the City may hear echoes of Carrie Bradshaw’s wry voice. Standout chapters include “The Breakup,” in which men dump their girlfriends through a proxy (“a doorman informed me that my date was not coming down. Ever”) or simple desertion (“They’ll say they’re going to the rest room and never return. Then they’ll meet friends for drinks and say,…”What do I have to do, spell it out for her?” ). In “Seventeen Dates,” Chupack endures that many terrible dates (“Date #13 was a plastic surgeon …[who] asked if I was ‘swimsuit ready’), positing that she must go through that many stinkers after a break-up before she meets an eligible guy. She learns a painful lesson: “there are no shortcuts, because it’s not only time and distance you need after you lose a love, it’s reflection.” The book is padded with magazine-style pieces that stray far afield of the single women and relationships theme: there’s a chapter on adjusting to L.A. after growing up in Oklahoma and one on father/daughter communication. Enough of Chupack’s material, though, is clever and original enough to make this a good beach book, and the cover reminds readers that “if you read it in public, men will know you’re available.”

My favorite…

Cupidity: The faulty logic that leads a well-meaning but clueless third party to believe that two random singles are perfect for each other.

Hope everyone has a great week..

-C