Out of the Frying Pan

Tonight Jeeves and I are headed out to a concert with my BIL and SIL. We are going to see Skillet, a rock band with some christian tendencies. They rock pretty hard and so will we. We went to see them back in April at Agape Fest in Illinois, which was a christian rock festival. I am anxious to see them in a different kind of venue: smaller place, more rock folks and with a non-christian opening act, Papa Roach. I fear I may embarrass Jeeves, poor guy, he;s not very, um, effusive. I really get into music, to the point of having folks stop their cars to gape at me while I dance down the road when doing my neighborhood walk workouts.

Beside the night out I am also pretty pumped because I'm going to look kinda hot, not that I'm conceited or anything. I am just excited to put on my smallest pair of size 14 pants and have them zip with no problems. You may recall last week it was a bit of a time to get them to zip. I bought these in July and they would not zip, barely came up over my hips. Well, 2 pounds later here I am wearing the smallest pair of pants I own and not sucking in at all. (I put them on from time to time to see the non-scale impact of my new lifestyle, and when I went to button them I had this bizarre fluttering feeling in my stomach, weird huh?)

(excuse the awful shirt, I really have no excuses)
I'm not wearing these pants tonight, because they don't really say "rockstar," but they do say, "HEY! look at the girl who made it to a goal a full month ahead of her timeline!!!!" Mini celebration: bought myself a pair of pretty rockin shoes.