Can I Do A WTF Sunday??

Seriously...WTF?  As I may have mentioned, I've been in a play for the past 3 weeks.  And during that time (and for much of the time while I was rehearsing), my eating hasn't been the best.  Lots of time spent in pubs, drinking draft and eating pub food. Lots of going out for dinner, too. I feel fat.  I feel like I've gained weight. In fact, my mother (thanks mum!) told me I look like I've gained weight.  So today I got on the scale, because I wanted to see the damage. I needed to know what I'm dealing with here.  What did I see? New low!  WTF????

So, this effects me in the following ways: it pisses me off, because when I'm so super good, and tracking, and making good choices, it's SO hard to lose these days...and when everything in the world says I should be 10lbs up, I'm not. The fat girl in me is all delighted, and wants to go out for Dim Sum.  The reasonable person in me is telling me to thank my lucky stars, buy a lottery ticket, and not be an idiot.  Because here's the deal:

On Wednesday, I accepted a full time job at a local funeral home (for those of you who don't know, I'm a funeral director). I'm super excited about going back to work for a bunch of reasons: first of all, this place is, I've been informed, on a health kick! One of the other directors is a girl I worked with years ago, and the first thing she said when she saw me was "oh my god, you've lost a LOT of weight!", and then she proceeded to tell me about their health initiative. No junk food in the building! Also, this is a job with a corporation, which means a deal on a health club membership! Another plus is that the funeral home sits on a cemetery, so if it's slow, I can sneak out for a walk! And most of all, I'm not at home, where I can wander through the kitchen 40 times a day and toss a cracker in my mouth!

The thing though, that's going to keep me most honest is my funeral suit. I went and got fitted for my suit on Friday. In the past, I've always had to have them custom made. This time, not!  Off the rack!  And the jacket, blouse and vest were in a 17/18!! Them's regular sizes, people! And I gotta say, they JUST fit.  I mean 5 extra pounds and I'm screwed.  So I HAVE to be good!  I HAVE to start losing again. I think with the mixture of the health initiative, the physicality of the job, and the fact that I won't have the time for mindless eating, it'll be good. I'm excited!  And I'm starting a tummy tuck fund!