So! Things are excellent. Smarmily, smarmily excellent, so please bear with me for a minute.
In the past 10 days I've somehow managed to drop +/- 5 pounds (like in the 4.5 to 5.5 range), which I didn't know was possible but absolutely has me on a great track to be the weight I want to be on Oct 1st, and the other weight that I'd like to be on Oct 31st. I didn't think it would be so easy. On the other hand, Ben and I agree that the first 2 pounds were probably straight pizza. (I had eaten a lot the day before.)
I have a series of excellent plans for Labor Day weekend which include, perhaps unfortunately, a lot of eating, including a bushel of crabs, but I'm trying to counter this with "It's a holiday weekend" and hopefully I'll avoid undoing all the good work I've done in the last 10 days.
Tomorrow I'm taking the girlfriend out for Special Dinner in Philadelphia. I made the reservation weeks ago. At some point assuming I have enough balls the plan is to tell her I love her. We've been dating 4.5 months at this point so I think it's a reasonable time. R/relationships said 3 months was even a reasonable time. Internally I thought, Really? It felt more like 6 months was reasonable. Whatever, I'm out of practice at saying this and meaning it.
Work is going fucking kick ass. To put it in perspective, all my work for the month is due by 9/15. I've turned in approx 85% of that work already and expect to get the rest in by the end of the week, all goes well.
I've been doing a really good job of being self-motivated and disciplined lately. I hope I can keep it up.
So I guess this is what happiness feels like, hmm?
I watched MURDER PARTY again this week. I love it. If you have Amazon, avail yourself of a free trial Shudder subscription and watch it. I'm going to write a review and post it on my horror blog sometime this week, too.
Things are positively just swimming.