Join me in my happy dance - another two pounds gone this morning, and I'm now at my lowest weight since the Two Years in Hell, and about 15 pounds from a reasonable goal weight, and 20 from perfection. I had thought I was hitting a plateau this week -down a pound, nope, up a pound, then down a half pound, every day - but it was just a hormonally triggered pause, the scale is moving again! Whoo-hoo! And I haven't even walked in three days, due to schedule conflicts. I will get out walking again this weekend. And this weekend I must "go shopping" in my closet and try on my other clothes to see what can come back into my wardrobe again - those size 12 Dockers I'd been wearing to work are definitely ready to retire, they are drooping off my ass in a very unflattering way. It makes me so motivated to endure 40 minutes of Denise Austin this morning. I WILL be in sleeveless spring dresses this year, and stretch capris with my shirt tucked in. Oh yeah!

I watched Legally Blonde II on PPV yesterday, while working on Bardot. Dopey movie, even Reese Witherspoon's relentless perkiness couldn't save that script, but I thought Sally Field looked amazing, she's blonde in the movie and looks tiny and perfect. Sally Field is one of my personal Benchmarks of Aging Well - I've gotten the "You look like Sally Field," thing occasionally throughout my life, from co-workers and supermarket checkers, even my own cousin C trotted it out when we got together last month. I don't see it myself, but I'm certainly not insulted by the comparison. After hearing it for so long I became a SF watcher, after all, I must keep an eye on how she looks to see if I'm being insulted or flattered here. My other Older Woman Benchmark is Goldie Hawn - because once upon a time, I was the same size and shape as GH. She stayed that way, I drifted - or actually, expanded. I want my old body (vs. the Dumpy Old Broad body I grew into) back! Anyway, those two women, each roughly what, a decade or so older than I, are my standard-bearers for how I want to look in the next decade. And dammit, I'm gonna do it.

I'm dithering about casting on another project - concentrating on Bardot is a Good Thing, but I'm one who likes to have a variety of yarns and textures to fondle at one time, depending on my mood. I've abandoned the striped sweater, because it's time to Think Spring here. I think that striped concept will be the basis of a Shapely Tank instead. In a leap of faith I will make it the size I plan to be in April. How's that for insanity or positive thinking?