to the Bahamas baby!!  I'm so excited to go you'd think it was my very first vacation or something, LOL.  I've been to beautiful places before but I just know having fun in the sun with my Sis will make this a special trip.  Funny how I planned this trip going essentially "solo" as a mission.  Always thought it would be cool to take a vacation by myself.  Still want to do that sometime in the near future.  But it turned out that my Sis would be coming along as well.  Guess you could say it was meant to be.

My WLS progress is continuing to go well.  I *think* I'm in a better place not getting so freaked about the scale.  Someone please remind me of that when I am boo-hooing over a stupid pound or two.  

And one of these days I just might actually post a picture or two.   

Lately I've been hanging around the Main forum board.  Kinda like it there.  Wide variety of people and I enjoy the "Grateful" posts by Ramon!  And participating in that post is a bonus for my soul.  

So I am thinking about taking a Belly Dancing class.  What a hoot that would be!  Pondering that one to see if I can make it work with my other commitments.  And if I have the nerve to go through with it!!  We shall see. 

"Dance is the poetic baring of the soul through motion."
                            - Scott Nilsson

  

So I've been (silently) proud about the healthy choices I've been making.  I'm not a "shout it from the rooftop" kinda girl when it comes to myself.  Heck, I don't even have a ticker because I think only my doc and I really care how much weight I lose.  

Well in one freaking day, my "healthy" choice gets thrown to the wind.  Correction, I throw it to the wind.  Here's how it happened.  Toss in a helping of serious family drama since Christmas day, an ounce of disgust over reading some recent posts on OH and sprinkle in the knowledge of upcoming job stress.  And voila...I find myself making a bad choice.  I get that this isn't a big deal to some people but to me it was and still is.  And I didn't binge on a bag of Cheetos or a box of Krispy Kremes or anything like that - but it wasn't a healthy life choice nontheless.  And the sad thing is that I had "that conversation" with myself while I was making said bad decision.  You know, the conversation where you talk yourself out of making a bad choice.  But apparently, I didn't really care.  

So to every bad thing, something good MUST come of it as well...right?  Otherwise I will have missed the life lesson and repeat it.  I guess the thing I learned is that I really need to find something besides exercise and my "control" over food to help me cope with stress.  

Ok, now my pity party is officially over.  In reality, 2007 was a great year for me.  And I know 2008 will be just as rewarding, if not more.  

"In times of stress, be bold and valiant."
            - Horace