Friday #10

This morning, the number is 193.2. Not much different from last week, but it still feels like success. Ok, it feels like cheating, because I have kind of been eating junk this week. Cookies, dove chocolates after 9pm, the anniversary m&ms that finally got to come out of the freezer, french toast, muffins, that kind of thing. I've only been to curves 3 times this week, counting later today. And only walked twice. But hey, I got rid of another 1/2 pound! And you know what? That means that since I've started counting (before I started Curves) I've lost 30 pounds this year! Woohoo!

The other night we went to ask Bishop if we could borrow his truck, and we came home with like a dozen pomegranates picked from a tree by the house where he grew up. Yesterday, I discovered that getting the seeds out of them is not as difficult as it's cracked up to be (heh) so now we have a bowl of them. I don't especially like the taste, but they are kind of addicting, nonetheless. I like the crunch. Sister Smith gave me a recipe for pomegranate salsa, and I'm pretty sure that would be awesome. I may try that today.