It really is amazing how the loss of two measly pounds will evoke such strong pink-fluffy-cloud-feelings of euphoria in me.
You can't even TELL which body part the two pathetic pounds came from, but does that stop me from viewing myself as some sort of Aerobic Warrior Princess--champion and protector of the Land of Thighs, who successfully thwarted the Evil Chub Master and his villainous band of calorie packing minions, the Cellu Lites????
Noooo way, baby. :-P
I truly am obsessed.
And maybe just a tad psychotic.