
What a great day. Good mail two days in a row. This one was completely unexpected from Jill- I guess our packages overlapped in the postal sytem! How did you know that these rice cakes are one of my favorite non-guilty treats? (Again, thanks for thinking of the dieter! I'm still on my 30-day plan :) Those alphabet cards are way too cute! I've never seen them before! Everything in there was perfect. I was slightly alarmed when at first I saw that it was packaged in a corn dog box. Then I came to my senses as I realized that a) Corndogs wouldn't keep in the mail and more importantly, b) Jill would never send me corn dogs! I had to take a picture of the box because I loved Whitney's mark on it. :) Thanks Jill! Reciprocity abounds again, and from the one who taught us all about good mail and it's virtues.
In other news, I had my last personal training session with Enoc today. I'm actually disappointed. There is real benefit from meeting with him as opposed to any other sessions I've had at other gyms in the past. If we could ever afford it, I would definitely spend money on more sessions. Even through my rock eating habits as of late, I still saw results. He got out the old calipers and tape measure again, and I was more excited for it this time than I was the first. According to his evil scale, I didn't lose any weight in the last month, but according to mine, I lost 2 pounds. (Even with a trip to Denver- a veritable den of iniquity where delicious diet havoc-wrecking delights abound!) But even better- I (supposedly) lost 2 inches off of my hips and waist and chest and 1 1/2 inches off my thighs (halleluah!) and 1 inch from my neck. It's kind of hard to believe, because I don't see that much change, but hey- the tape measure doesn't lie, and for once, it's on my side. And besides, he's a trained professional. And besides again, I would have been a little peeved if I hadn't seen those results, because the stuff he made me do is hard! Way harder than anything I ever do on my own. (again, another plus of having a trainer there to discipline you. I will call him The Enforcer from now on. He's a physical fitness villain/superhero.) I was quite impressed and did enough back-patting for all of us. In other words, no need to do so, I just wanted to share my glee. Now if I can only keep up with it now that I don't have scheduled meetings with him...

















































