Week 5: Minus three pounds which means I now weigh 199. I was so disbelieving when I saw the number that I stepped off the scale and on again. The second time it registered 198.5, so I joyfully hurried off to work and logged in to the Weight Watchers site to record my new weight. It's not one of my WW goals, that would be losing 10 percent which I won't reach until March or so, but it's a very important number to me. I haven't weighed less than 200 pounds for about five years. I'll never see that horrible number again.
I TOTALLY RULE!
Note to self: now you can buy those 3 Elvis Costello CDs you've been wanting.
Work has been slammin' busy. I've been getting requests for really interesting destinations, too: Yap Island, South Africa, Greenland, Chile. People are buying tickets like crazy and planning vacations. I'm doing cruises and Hawaii packages and European tours. There are hardly enough hours in the day to get all my calls made and the bookings called in. I'm ever so pleased about it.
I spoke to our Qantas rep this afternoon about how sad I was to probably not be going to Australia because I couldn't face 15 hours in coach. We talked about the various options, none of which are affordable, and she said she would see if she could do something for me in business class because we've been funneling a lot of business their way. United has a nonstop to Sydney, but we've been sending people through LA to get there because the service on Qantas is about 50 million times better and is worth the extra jaunt. Nothing may come of it, but I am once again hopeful about getting to Australia this summer.
I'm really bushed at the end of the day, though. I've been taking my mp3 player with me instead of a book and listening to music on the way home (I read the Chronicle on the way in). Each night I've come closer and closer to nodding off. Tonight I did fall asleep, and if my seat mate hadn't wanted to get off at my stop and nudged me awake so she could get out I'd probably have woken up in San Francisco. I think I'll go back to reading. At least that way even if I get engrossed in a book I still hear the conductor calling out the station names.
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