WOW!

Two fantabulous PCP related things happened tonight.

First - I went to a pot luck dinner tonight as part of a non-profit I work with at my older son's school.  Everyone (about 10 people) signed up to bring a dish, and I signed up to bring a veggie dish (they're my speciality now - prior to PCP I was the dessert girl).  Remembered this morning that dinner now consists of an egg white, banana and apple, so flipped things around a bit (just this once, Patrick, I swear).  Had my egg white, banana and apple for lunch, and my lunch for dinner.  I had a pretty PCP-friendly dinner of a big green salad (was already dressed, but not too bad), quinoa salad, and swiss chard and roasted carrots (my offering).  The best part was dessert.  I helped cut the cakes (chocolate with chocolate frosting, and pumpkin cheesecake) and didn't have ONE BITE!  Had no desire really at all.  Earlier in the dinner I thought, "no one here knows I'm on this program, so if I have some bites of dessert, no one will know that I'm not supposed to be eating it."  Instead, I realized that I didn't even WANT to eat the dessert, wasn't in the mood for it, and told everyone why I wasn't eating sugar for the next 70ish days.

Second - I left jumping until I got home tonight.  We've been fortunate to have a string of beautiful days/nights lately and my new thing is to jump at night, under the street lamp, right in the middle of my street.  Tonight I totally found my rhythm and jumped multiple sets of 300 without tripping.  I was completely in the jumping zone and it felt great!  Yee fucking haw!  Hopefully it lasts.  I used to love the privacy of jumping on my back patio, but realized that the uneven bricks were probably the main reason I was tripping every 10 jumps.  Now I'm a jumping bandit, out in the open.  Just waiting for neighbors to start calling the cops:)

JFDD is my other new motto - Just Fucking DON'T Do it.  Don't eat dessert, don't stress about jumping, don't care if the neighbors can watch you jumping, etc. etc.