Lunch time has just gotten more complicated

I went to the gym last night despite my body's fervent protests. My legs were getting pretty stiff. I worked it out on the elliptical for awhile and they felt better. I still think I'm Fergie at the gym... JUST WORKIN' ON MY FITNESS! Except I had no witness. I went alone!

So anyway.. Moving on to lunch today. I wanted to go to Chick-fil-a or The Square Onion sooo bad. But I had already packed my little lunch and decided to stick with it. I normally park my car in the Publix shopping center and read a book. Far away from all the shops are some parking spots that are shaded by nice, big trees. So if I roll the windows down and read my book, it's actually quite pleasant under the trees. I like to spend my one free hour in solitude. No phones ringing, no background noise - just me and a good read.

Well, there's another lady who always parks in the same area, the same time of day as me. I don't know why, but I've decided her name is Joy. She just looks like one. Joy is a petite woman in her 50's with a cute bob and a champagne colored Toyota Corolla. I like to think that Joy and I have a little connection. We are both working women! We both like to park in the same spot for lunch! We both like to read a book and roll our windows down! Imagine my surprise a couple weeks ago when I roll up and see Joy's tiny arm dangling out her window with a cigarette in her hand! I mentally told Joy I was disappointed in her and parked a few spaces further away. I haven't seen her smoking since.

Have I mentioned that not far from my lovely asphalt haven is a Chick-fil-a? It was gorgeous today with a nice breeze, so I rolled down my windows - only to be hit in the face with the hypnotizing smell of breaded chicken wafting through the air. Oh.. my.. word.. You know how sometimes when you smell something while you're chewing, whatever was in your mouth kind of tastes like that? I was trying desperately to transform my whole wheat tortilla into a Chick-fil-a sandwich with extra pickles... Sniffing furiously - to no avail. HOWEVER, I should be proud of myself that I stuck to my guns. Right?!

I forgot to weigh myself again this morning! I remembered after I was already in the shower and it was too late. I know never to weigh myself water-logged. It's not pretty. Anyway, as of Wednesday I was down about 2 lbs. I hope it's more by now! I'll try to remember to check tomorrow.

I'm meeting Maggie after work for Sam's gymnastic class and the Little Caesar's that follows. Another HOWEVER: I plan to bring over my Hourglass [a.k.a. Lean Cuisine] and limit myself to one slice of pizza. And I will most likely relish in sniffing it first. That's just how I roll.