Weigh-in, 6/6/08 - Y'all ready for this?

I stepped on the scale this morning, and it told me 185. Then I got off, made sure it was level, and got back on again. One. Eighty. Five. That's 3.5 lbs this week. It's also a pretty good sign that I won't hit the 190s again unless I jump deliberately off the weight-loss wagon. Woo!

Unfortunately, the rest of my day was kind of awful. I took the last two days off because my son's last day of school was yesterday and I wanted to help usher in his summer vacation. Also, McSpeedy is going on a family road trip to visit his inlaws starting this weekend, and wanted to get a couple good long rides in the mornings. So I rode hills with him yesterday in a 25 mph wind, and was planning on a nice, flat 40 with him and another friend (let's call him the Fireman) today. Due to some flats (4, in 5 minutes, all on the same tire), McSpeedy, the Fireman and I didn't get on the road for our 40 mile ride till almost 10 am. We meant to leave by 8:30 or 9:00. On the bright side, our late start allowed Fireman's wife to join us. On the less-bright side, she's faster than all of us so it was kind of a mixed blessing, and the temperature was about 10-15 degrees hotter once we finally got on the road. Add to that a bit of leftover wind, terrain that was hillier than I had bargained for, and the impending rainstorm, and the ride was kind of a death march.

And when I got back to where we had left my car? It wasn't there. The rat-bastards had it towed. Which, you know, it was completely within their rights to do since I had parked it at a gas station and they did have a sign posted that unauthorized cars would be towed. Unfortunately, I did not see the sign until AFTER my car was gone...though it was helpful that they put the wrecker service number on the sign so that I didn't have to go into the place and make a scene.

So anyway, I called the wrecker service who had my car, and that's when the fun started. Long story short--since I don't own my car, I could not pick it up without a notarized state form from the company that does. So not only did I have to pay nearly $200 to get my car out of impound hell, but I also had to call my office and irritate at least 4 other people. All to pick up a car that I had the keys for, had all my stuff in it (including my driver's license and insurance card, which I also needed), and was obviously my primary vehicle. I shudder to think what would have happened if this wasn't a weekday or anyone involved besides me had been on vacation. I would have been screwed and carless till Monday.

I'd normally say this is a karma thing. But I'd think the cosmic spreadsheet would balance at +4 flats and -3.5 pounds. Because you can't have half a flat.

Buearacratic hell has to be worth at least 5 pounds by itself.

Yay Joy! Keep it up :)

@Jason: LOL! I'd say more like 10 lbs, actually. Burned off by my fiery wrath alone. :)

Thanks, Trish!