It's a new dawn

Uh oh, I titled this blog with a song quote.  Can't recall if that's happened yet, and don't care to check.  But the reason is of course, I'm Feeling Good.  (cue awesome jazzy riff)  I got my hair did today and well, it's freaking awesome.  I have been jonesing for this change for awhile, I thought long and hard on it and knew it was right and then couldn't wait for hair cut day and today was the day and now it's passed but it was awesome.  As soon as my hair goddess lobbed off the first chunk (not long enough for locks of love, alas) and right on through when she started styling it, I knew I had made a great decision. 

You see, this whole blog is about change.  It's about my adventures in weight loss, as well as my adventures in DMA-land.  Both changes occur rather slowly right now and will hopefully pick up speed after the summer.  I'm starting to see and feel a difference in the weight loss front, and the DMA stuff won't really occur until I'm off visiting schools, but a hair cut, now that's something I can control right now.  So in a world of chaos and unknown I took something into my own hair goddess' scissors, and made a drastic change TODAY.  I must say, (to quote a favorite movie of mine) it's a good change!  It's a good change. 

Tomorrow is my weigh in for the week (I'm not really sure if anyone pays attention to that, sorry if that's redundant information) and after last week's epic loss I'm not so sure I'll compare.  I didn't make it to the gym as often, but I did eat well.  Last weekend's sporadic celebrations cost me on Monday but I think I made it back and hopefully lost more.  The idea of maintenance (though it is NOT bad, a defeat, a failure, an anything other than still not gaining) is daunting.  I'll know for sure tomorrow. 

Oh, it's a holiday weekend.  This could be dangerous.  I've been feeling a little ho-hum in the world of recipes.  I need to kick it up a notch.  And not with a recipe by Emeril, I just feel... stuck.  Hmm, that's not the right word.  Bored?  Fed up with cooking for myself?  Haha that might be closer to it than anything.  Won't someone come cook for me once in awhile?  But please, don't ask me what I want.  Kindly read my mind, and whip up the most delicious low-point meal ever seen by human eyes that is all for me.  I will repay you with at least a hug.  And probably some baked good.  I am an excellent baker.