OK weekend

The weekend wasn't a total bust. In fact, it's now nearly 11 p.m. and I have about 9 Points left for the day. Good thing, too, because I still haven't had dinner.

I came to work at 4 p.m., and by the time I got to a good stopping point, I only had about an hour's worth of work left to do ... so it made no sense to take a dinner break then.

Consequently, now I'm starving. I'm trying my damnedest to convince myself that doesn't give me license to hit the drive-thru. On the night before WI? That would be really dumb, wouldn't it?

OK, I'm decided. It's off to the house to make myself something good for me. I had soup for lunch, so it'll have to be something else. Maybe a nuked baked potato ... topped with cheese, bacon bits and RF sour cream.

Yum! I talked myself into it. Good. It'll help me stick to my New Year's theme. (Thanks again, Nike!)

Workin' hard or hardly workin'?

For some reason, that question — a fave of my fifth-grade teacher — popped into my head this morning. He'd ask, "Are you working hard or hardly working?" any time he saw one of us staring out the window or otherwise not doing what we're supposed to be doing.

If I'm honest with myself, I'd have to say that when it comes to weight loss, I've been hardly working lately. Yes, I've been doing better since the New Year started and I adopted my "Just do it" theme ... but not good enough. Yesterday, I bought not one but two bags of little vanilla sandwich cookies from the vending machine at work. (I think those are one of my trigger foods ... can't seem to stop at just one.)

I still don't track every bite I eat (though I have been tracking more regularly).

And I haven't been working out the way I should. I do, however, think my legs are getting more toned just by virtue of wearing my Skechers Shape-Ups the last few weeks. (I'll take it!)

It's time for me to start working hard instead of hardly working.