Little victories

The euphoria of losing weight must be perhaps one of the most fantastic feeling a human being (esp if female) could experience. Like a constant high...a full-time orgasm! Few joys compare with the joy of looking at yourself in the mirror and saying 'woo hoo now look at meee'!!! :)

Ask me... I've lost probably like half an INCH... a teeny weeny bit waist down.. and so minor that perhaps no one except me (and my ever truthful clothes) can notice. But no sweat... it's enough for me to feel like the king of the universe!!!

I'm feeling great and to my mind, looking good too! :)

And my jeans fit without having to jump up and down for 3 minutes trying to zip up! The "ambition pair" that i stopped wearing a year-and-half ago, is still a dream.. but it's looking possible.

Ohhhhh I swear, the day i manage to zip it up and still breathe... drinks on me that evening :)

But the road is long and i know i must toil happily still...

So nighty night all... i must sleep early now so i could wake up early to go for a game or two. In any case, with no dinner in the tum, it makes sense to go off to sleep before the serious hunger pangs begin :)

Random "Happy" Thoughts :-)

Sis left for college a week ago when i was in Delhi, and mom n dad 've gone out for 2 weeks. It's been a little over 2 days that i've been alone (except for bro and the dog and the maid) at home, and look what i've been upto

i. The one bottle of white wine we had, is empty
ii. The one bottle of red wine we had, is empty
iii. The 1988 JW Black Label we had, has been opened and some consumed

The result of course is that i'm a little high right this moment even as I wait for R to call me. Anyway the point is that all the empty/ opened bottles of alco do not prove that i'm a hopeless drunk. They only prove that a 26 yr old loves and needs her drink once in a while. And that imposing curfews and restrictions on her will only lead to trouble for the imposers .


Hmmm.. i don't think i handle solitude too well


:)