Results: Week Six

Well, after going out to eat approximately nine times this weekend, including one ill-advised trip to White Castle at midnight, I somehow managed to lose 2.2 pounds this week.  That makes my grand total so far 9.6.

• TOTALLY got called out yesterday at a dinner party.  My family ate dinner at our friend Mary's house and she asked me what I wanted to drink.  I said, "Diet Coke is fine."  She looked at me and said, "I thought you quit Diet Coke."  See, never put anything in writing, people.  It'll always come back to bite you in the behind.  I was just trying not to be a pain in the butt dinner guest, but she had Diet Sierra Mist for me so I am still DC free.  Thanks again, Mary!  
• Add bowling to the list of sports in which I have humiliated myself.  I am truly terrible at it, no matter how much people try to coach me.  At one point, I was concentrating so heavily on keeping the perfect form and holding my wrist straight and not letting the four year old kid in the lane next to me beat me that when I wound up to throw the ball, it slid off my fingers and went rolling backwards towards the spectators.  Cross off the professional bowlers' tour from my list of future goals.
• I still am not working out.  The elliptical machine is still broken.  I've turned procrastination into an art form.  I am promising you right now that I am calling today because it's getting ridiculous.
• Today I am registering for my cooking classes!  The lovely bride and groom at the wedding I performed gave me a gift certificate to cooking school.  Imagine all the ways I can embarrass myself there!  Keep in mind that my father cut off two of his toes with a lawnmower, so the genetic blueprint for amputation is definitely there.  I'll bring my camera just in case.