I don't really know what to say...losing 1 pound is far better than gaining 1.5 pounds, but it's nothing compared to the 3 pounds per week that I was losing in June. It almost makes me miss the days of physics when I barely had time to eat, let alone go on vacation and entertain company. Luckily I was able to eschew weight gain in Galveston, but who knows what's going to happen in Florida...

In other diet-related news - on the way home from Galveston yesterday, my evil, ho bag, elephantine cousin accused me of being anorexic when I ate a veggie sandwich at Subway. Then she said, "You got the sandwich instead of the salad? That bread is more points. Tisk tisk!" OMG, Fatso! You're so right! What was I thinking getting the 4 point sandwich!? I should get Weight Watcher tips from you more often! Maybe then I could eat a cheeseburger and fries, pork rinds, and chocolate doughnuts and weigh 200 pounds! P.S. This is the same cousin who, at the beginning of my nannying job, told me I was fat like her. I guess she can't call me fat anymore so she's changed the insult to anorexic. Somehow, that just doesn't have the same bite.

A couple of tips from Weight Watchers:
- Find pictures of yourself from when you started your diet and post them on the fridge or the pantry to encourage you to keep going.
I found the most hideous picture ever taken of myself (Easter 2006) and I have a very strong desire to carry it everywhere because 1*9lbs may seem like a lot but it's nothing compared to 1*8. Go me, go!

- Reward yourself for reaching your goals.
Now, I'm not supposed to reward myself with food, however, I very much doubt that Weight Watchers would object to me buying some of their 1 point smoothies and 1 point candies. Besides, I'm going to spend my own hard-earned money on it and that's a huge deal for a miser like me. I've got to four more pounds to go before it's bye bye $35 in nanny money.

Some other thoughts:
I only have to nanny for 4 more weeks (including this one), I'm going back to school in 5 weeks, and I'm wearing Scot's shirt that he accidentally left at my house. Nice!

Yeah, I cheated this weekend. A lot. Now I have four and a half weeks to lose 11lbs...I hope I can do it...

And that's why we take the hard classes at a junior college. Ridiculous? You bet.

Ahem - AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'll be honest, when summer started, I didn't think that there was any way I'd be able to lose 40lbs. EVER. So I'm absolute ecstatic that I've reached the half-way mark after only 8 weeks. And I'll just come out and say that they have been the tastiest 8 weeks of my entire life. Seriously, I eat better on Weight Watchers than I ever did before because we used to be all carb-conscious and mess and who really wants to eat a hamburger patty with a side of pork chops and an omlete chaser when they could be having peanut butter sandwiches, popcorn, ice cream, hot dogs, spring rolls, and fruit? I'll take the latter, thanks. I jokingly offered my dad a bite of my ice cream sandwich the other night and in return, he tried to tempt me with one of his pork rinds. Luckily I had the will-power to turn it down...mhm. Anyway, hopefully (read: surely) I'll be able to lose 10 more pounds in the five weeks before I go back to school (on a side note: where in the world did summer go? I don't really care, I'm just glad it is gone and hope the rest of it goes there faster). That way, I'll only have 10 more pounds to lose in College Station, and with a supportive boyfriend, a busy schedule, and a kitchen in my corner, I should be extraordinarily successful.

PS: Weight Watcher is so proud of me that they've taken two of my points away! In laymen's terms, it means that when I weighed 1*8 pounds, I needed eat the caloric equivalent of 22 points per day to lose weight safely. Now that I weigh 1*7 pounds, I need to eat fewer calories per day because if I ate any more than my 20 points I'd either maintain the weight of 1*7 or gain more (shudder). Thanks for looking out for me, Weight Watchers!

From today through June 13th I will be earning $50 a day house-sitting and taking care of 3 high maintainence Pomeranians and one very attention starved cat. And I don't even like dogs. Sweet!

Weight Watchers gave me a star today! I'm 2.4bs away from the half-way mark! I'm thisclose to getting another star for reaching another Weight Watchers goal! In 4 days I will be able to work out as often as I want! Yesss!

Where would we be without Houston? Without Houston, there would be no me, no Scot, no Ridin', and no Blue October. God bless Houston, Texas!

Also, these prove that the diet food industry has come a long way from sawdust cookies. Seriously, that is best novelty ice cream product that I've ever had and I'd probably eat them even if I wasn't trying to lose weight. I guess we can thank the obesity epidemic for them and, once again, we can thank Houston for its contribution!

A .4lb gain. I guess that's what I get for going to Chuck E. Cheese and staring at the pizza and drinking water while my cousins packed it in like that hadn't eaten in years. That's what I get for holding the popcorn in the movie theater so my cousins could have easy access to the two large bags. That's what I get for eating fat-free Pringles and Fiber One cereal and resisting the Club crackers and Fruit Loops. WTF!?

Let me just say that I think summer is a despicable curve to throw at a well-adjusted college student. The only happy things about this one (so far) are that I'm losing weight like crazy and making money. Other than that, I'm taking a terrible summer course, baby-sitting my purely evil cousins, stuck in soul-sucking Slake, and worst of all, I'm 300 miles too far away from my boyfriend.

On the bright side, I have a fair number of fun weekends ahead of me that are pretty evenly spaced throughout the rest of the season to help make the time until my return to the Station bearable. In exactly two weeks I will be done (FOREVER, mostly) with physics, the weekend after that I get to see my man for the first time in a month, two weekends after that I'm going to Florida, the weekend after that I'm going to see Tom Petty in the Woodlands (and I get to have dinner with my punkin in H-town) and the week after that is the last one I'll have to spend baby-sitting. All I have to do now is pass two more physics tests and I'll be well on my way to collegiate nirvana.

Polly went shopping yesterday and tried on a pair of pants that was one size smaller than her usual size thinking "these will be my reward if I can lose a little more weight". After trying them on, however, Polly discovered that they made her large bottom disappear and gave her the look of a clown. Encouraged, Polly thought, "I will buy the next smaller size and that will be my reward!" so Polly tried on a pair that was two sizes smaller than her usual size assuming that she would have to press all of her guts against her spine to get the button closed, but to Polly's delight, she was able to button them and zip them up with very minimal effort. Polly bought those pants and proceeded to dance around the house in them celebrating her major milestone. Congratulations, Polly! Have some angel food cake!

Let me just say, I'm on Nick Lachey's side, but I DO NOT want to hear his dumb song every time I turn on the radio.

Things that I love as of this afternoon: Oscar Mayer fat-free hot dogs, my pinto bean "chili", finishing physics homework before Studio B, Shepard Smith, my boyfriend, and the fact that I will see him in a month.

I completely BSed the last lab that I turned in. Half of it wasn't even complete because I just didn't understand how to do it. Know what I got on it? A 100. And that's why we take the hard classes at a junior college.

1.4 pounds away from pre-college weight. Think I can handle it? You betcha!

I hate the Pussycat Dolls. Maybe it's because the song Buttons makes my ears bleed. Also, what do Heineken and the song Don't Cha have in common? Nothing other than a nonsensical commercial that induces brain hemmorhaging .

Nausea - the best diet a girl can go on.

My 16-year old, Pre-Calc educated brother just solved one of his math impaired sister's college physics problems and I'm sure he has no idea what he's just gotten himself into.

Since I have cotton rolls behind my lips and tape over my mouth at the moment (myofunctional therapy is so bad a-), I'm only able to converse online. I was trying to tell Trey something about my away message and I said, "There is it", followed by "physics is making me studpi", and then "I rest me case". For the love of all that's holy, MAKE IT STOP!

Two thumbs way down for Smart Ones Beef Pot Roast. I took three bites and fed the rest to my dog and even she dumped half of it out. I'll take my 3 points elsewhere, thanks.

My upper lip has stretched from 13mm to 19mm. and my lips can now hold 4lbs (up from 2.3lbs). Oh, little victories!