Back to the Center of my Universe these days

No, it's not Adam (although I did just take off for a half an hour just to make sure he wasn't locked out of the house since he wasn't home right after school--he was at baseball--improptu practice). Seven and one half pounds (the center of my universe)--aparently all from my wrist. My watch flops around on my wrist now, but all my clothes are just as snug as ever. I think about food a lot now. I'm very proud at my calorie counting abilities and I've not gone over 1,200 since I started writting it down. I didn't eat the cupcakes that looked soo yummy at the meeting last night and I didn't eat the m&m cookies sitting on the counter and I didn't eat the delicious looking cookies at the meeting last Wednesday and I haven't gone down to buy snacks to eat while I am working on this incredibly boring long endless project (that I now have a three day extention to finish--ugh). Today, I did add a snack to my count, but I'm still well under 1,200. Next week I'm going to add spagetti and a bagel meal which is a little pricey calorie-wise, but my plan is to eat the foods I'll eat forever in moderation--it's going to be fine. (Although my poteshingwa meal has fewer calories than spagetti and I ate that in September and didn't lose a thing, but I'm still trying to blame September entirely on potato chips.) I am toying with the idea of taking Melody's birthday and Marisa's birthday off (and eating a piece of cake), but instead I might just buy units the way polluting companies do. I'll come in under 1,200 for a few days before cake by enough calories so that I can "afford" cake on that day. I've been losing a pound every other day for a little while, so when I hit a plateau, I'll start counting fats. (Did you know that croutons have tons of fat--it's dried bread, but it must be drenched in yummy butter.) I guess it's not a good sign to be on a "watch it" (not diet) and have yummy as your new favorite word.