I stepped on the scale today, just to make sure it wasn't playing a trick. 149.8 again. I am pleased, more than. Thrilled. 10 lbs exactly. I step in front of the mirror and lift my shirt and i can see there are changes already. Creases less deep, belly less full. My pants slide off my hips, they sag around my thighs and ass. I have never been more happy about clothing not fitting me.

Valentines Day NonCelebration Success!

So, despite not having any real plans, Shawn and I hung out together and had a lovely valentines day. We didn't have any arguments, we talked about our someday-plans, and we went shopping. We even went out to eat... only because we were already out and hadn't eaten at home. It was a complete success.

Even though Shawn locked his keys in his car this morning at work and had to get a ride home, then back to work, from his boss. Whatever. Things happen. It did not hamper our fun at all.

Funny story: I went to bed late last night feeling grumpy, wanting a dog, and hating people and being pissed about kill shelters and crying a little over the page of "last chance" dogs I found last night. Poor puppies. It makes me so sad that they're going to be put down soon because people are assholes, irresponsible or stupid. At least when we got a dog that we couldn't take care of anymore, we gave him to someone who would love him and take care of him. (plus it's good that we gave him to Shawn's parents when we did because I have developed a pretty serious allergy to him, so I wouldn't have been able to keep him anyway). OK, back to the story...