...but I had to share an interesting SNV (scale non-victory) with you all, since that's why we're here.
I seem to have LOST 1.5 pounds over the holiday season. Apparently consuming .5 pounds of chocolate, cheese crackers, margarita cordials, etc. (stuff lying around the sodding office) agrees with me.
I consider it a SNV because I didn't work for it - must be a fluke, dehydration, empty stomach, lighter training shoes, whatever.
Still, can't help but feel a little thrilled. I didn't gain, though I have indeed felt puffy and fat and clumsy this winter so far. The "Oh, thank you" feeling my body will have after days of better nutrition and regular exercise will far outstrip the little "whoopee" I feel after gazing at the conquered scale. Oh, who are we kidding? I was prepared to find myself back up at 225...
AND, the fact that I weighed myself at long last tells you that I. Actually. Went. To. The. Gym.

And spent some good time on the treadmill. Yahoo!!!
OK, this is truly the last you'll hear of me...at least for today. And thank you all for your verbal enjoyment of my photo. You're all lovely and wonderful and generous with your compliments. And, yes, I am the luckiest woman alive. I get to feast my eyes on The Ramon every day.
Briefly...
Wildfire, congratulations. Your husband is mad. Easy on your coccix tonight, OK?
You, too, Kaylets. Thank you for thinking my phrasing's good.
Anagram, miss you terribly. Envisioning you on a veranda with lush vegetation around you and a salty, warm breeze lifting your hair.
Eydie...I just....LOVE YOU.
Rest of you: love you too.
Have a spanky evening!
P.S. No one should worry that I'm either upset about posting long or thinking I should do anything about it. I couldn't, even if I tried. Indeed, this post was supposed to be an ultra-quick-get-on-gloat-get-off deal. I rest my case.