Ten Pounds

This weekend I will be splurging on something tasty. What? I have no idea. Why? Well, now that is a question I can answer. I haven't really mentioned it in my blogging, but I have been attempting to lose some weight. Seriously, doesn't everyone do that at the beginning of the new year? I didn't make any kind of resolution because I can't keep resolutions. So I pretty much told myself, "I'd like to lose some weight. Maybe I'll give that a try this year." So Mandy convinced me to be her weight loss buddy. We both keep each other in check so we can lose what we like to call 'the baby weight.' Granted, her baby weight can still be called 'baby weight'. Mine - not so much. She just had a baby 4 1/2 months ago. I, on the other hand, had my last baby almost two years ago. I figured that there's no better time than the present, right? So for the last five weeks, I have weighed myself every Friday. And yesterday I reached my first goal. I have lost ten pounds. Mandy and I agreed that when we both reach our ten pound weight goal that we would be taking a well-earned trip to our favorite Mexican restaurant. I can can practically smell the enchiladas cookin'! I only hope that I don't regain the ten pounds after one meal. But until that much awaited weekend comes, I will be treating myself this weekend to something super-sugary and oh-so-tasty. I'm thinking German chocolate ice cream. (Insert Homer Simpson doughnut drool here)