I lost two pounds!

Have you ever wondered what people in Brittan think when they hear those words? Do you think they're momentarily confused by whether a person has lost weight, or money?

I'm not one who's much into dieting. Oh, I watch what I eat...as it disappears into my mouth, that is. But I don't count calories and for the longest time I never owned a scale. If I could swing my hiney into a saddle without splitting my jeans, what was the point? But somewhere along the line I picked up a pair of pants which became labeled "The Inspiration Jeans", and I hung them in my bathroom where I could look at them every day, telling myself if I just lost a few pounds, those jeans would fit.

I began to seek out others who were also watching their weight, and even joined some friends online who were doing weekly weigh ins and announcing to the world just how much they weighed and what they wanted to lose. That was scary, but I did my part and went out and purchased a scale. And I began watching my weight.

Being a good girl, I also watched even more closely what I was eating. And I exercised. I picked up that donut, watched it very carefully as I curled my forearm and pumped it into my mouth. Dang, I got that down to a science, and I was equally good at pumping with my left and right arms, so I could watch both a maple bar and a bismark in the same sitting.

And my weight. I watched it, too, as that little needle began to climb. Hmmm...this is not what I'd had in mind. Those jeans were still hanging there and now they were no longer mildly uncomfortable when they were zipped and snapped. No...they weren't even zipped, let alone snapped! And my weight, well, I watched it spill over the top of many a jean waistline, creating the loveliest little muffin top. Yes, it was actually quite adorable. Or so I told myself.

My mother once told me I'd lose my head if it weren't attached, and obviously my muffin top is attached because I don't seem to be losing it.

Then last spring I moved Sandy down to Curt's place where I suddenly found myself without donuts to pump. Instead I cleaned stalls all day and rode until the muffin top shrunk. Not enough to slip into the Inspiration Jeans, but it was disappearing. Of course, winter came and with it, Thanksgiving and Christmas, and loads of mashed potatoes, ham and turkey later...well, lets just say my Brittish stockmarket was gaining again.

Which is why it was with great delight that I realized there's been an economic crisis of muffin top proportions here! I climbed on that scale to realize I'd lost two pounds! That's right, gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday, gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang bang. I don't know where they went, I don't care where they went. I'm just happy they're gone. Now, if I could just convince another 10 to disappear with them...