When not being recognized is a good thing

Last night I was at a Khmer cultural event and met up with a few friends. The highlight of my evening, for my little weight-concious pea brain, was when one of my friends, who I have not seen in about 2 or 3 weeks, did not recognize me while I was standing with my back to her. I was shocked. For me, I don't notice the changes in my body except to know that I am NOT at my fight weight yet. But Wendy was honestly shocked, in a good way! I was a bit flustered actually, knowing I should be complimented (and I was, and also very happy that the change in my body is that noticeable), but also wondering what happens when I'm the one who is actually happy with the final outcome? Or is there simply not a "final" outcome and this is a continuous process and I should be happy with where I am now? It was thought-provoking to say the least. Also very flattering. No, I'm not yet at fight weight, but I do feel pretty damn good! And when she called my Kruu and mentioned that she didn't recognize me, he made a comment along the lines of "ya, she cleaned up pretty good eh?". That made me grin stupidly, happily. It's been a hard road, but to know the work has paid off is a good feeling.

I had a great training session yesterday. 10 km run in the morning. 1 hour on the stationary bike to warm up, and then an hour on the bags and shadow boxing. I felt strong. Most likely due to the fact that I had a shit load of carbs in my body from the 'cheat' day I had on Thursday!! We had our science fair committee thank you dinner. That meant the horribly greasy corn chips at LoneStar to start with. Coupled with the butter tart, jelly beans, and bagel with peanut butter and jam that I had had at work that day in a complete pms'ing state! Oh well. It certainly gave me alot of energy to work with!! So yesterday turned out to be a bit of a cheat day as well. I was doing really well until the Khmer event, after which we decided that we had to go out to eat. John cannot at all get it through his head that I don't want to eat out. It's too uncomfortable for me to do so (and right now, financially taxing). It means falling off the wagon, no matter what you eat (we went for Korean food, which turned out to be not all that great). I want to socialize, and am very happy that we went out as a group, but it fucks with my diet big time!! But it was worth it. The time spent with friends was well worth it and exactly what I needed. And hey, my Kruu was with me and he wasn't shooting daggers at me while I ate (the meat and veggies, I stayed away from the rice and noodles) so all's good, right? That said, I have NOT stepped on the scale in 2 days simply because I know I'm holding alot of water and don't want to know what the effects of 2 non-diet days have done to me. Although I have worked out heavily both days, so really, the effects should not be too negative. Or would that be positive since the weight would go up? Dunno.

It's pouring rain outside and I need to take Abbey for a walk. He won't walk in the rain. I, on the other hand, also have to go for a run tonight so I hope it stops sooner or later!! Not that I'm going to melt, so I should just suck it up and go. But I'll leave it for the evening so that it gives me something to do other than sit around and think about food.