Resisting is harder than you tell yourself

I'm going to Dallas this weekend with just me and the hubs while Grammy and PaPa come to spoil the children.

I have 2 pairs of skinny jeans that look fairly decent on me with a pair of sassy boots - about 5 lbs. ago.

I want to wear them this weekend in Dallas.

I am eating very little this week in the carb and sugar department to rev up my the shrinking of my bloated stomach - which is the main culprit in said jeans.

I can wear them right now, but I know that a little extra push would go along way from "girl - you look good in those jeans", to "girl - what are you crazy or something wearing those jeans?".

I would like to at least "feel" the former. Ya hear me?

So - I have been drinking water like they are taking it from me this very night and it is my last chance to drink it. This just means I am going to the potty literally every 10 seconds.

Fun.

I had an apple with peanut butter and a cheese stick for lunch and a small bowl of cereal for breakfast - with my coffee of course.

I am eyeing the brownies in my cupboard, but I am refraining. Little Girl was begging me to buy her a doughnut today of all things. Seriously? I told her that her Valentines party was at school tomorrow and there would be plenty of time for sugar load up then. I didn't confess to her that a quick drive through Krispy Kreme was something I would equally delight in right about now, but alas, my better judgement prevailed.

I am going to go drink some more water, then go to the bathroom and then there is a chance I will allow myself a few pretzels with hummus.

Don't you love dieting and weight loss? Yep. It's totally my favorite thing.

Right.

:-)