Yeah…it’s Friday!  I hope you have good things going on this weekend. 

I weighed this morning and was down 3 pounds.  I have been playing with these three pounds for almost two weeks.  I’m not ready to declare victory just yet.  If the three pounds are still off by Sunday, it will be a victory.  Tomorrow is WI and I’m glad to get that out of the way. 

Last night we went to the race book and had their seafood/prime rib buffet.  Normally, this is $21.95 per person for all you can eat, but we had a buy one-get one coupon.  We got there at 5pm and it was packed.  We had to wait for table.  Hubby gorged himself on everything.  Crab legs, all types of shrimp, prime rib, catfish, oysters, chicken wings, and sides.  The first thing I did was head over to the small little table that had the salad bar.  Ok.  Lettuce, cheese, croutons, and three dressings – Italian, raspberry something (very sweet), and blue cheese.  That was it!  I filled my dinner plate with lettuce and couldn’t find a dish to put my dressing in, so sparingly put on Italian, thinking it would be the best choice of the three.  I grabbed another plate, skipped the side dishes and put six pieces of pretty large shrimp on my plate.  I also got a piece of baked catfish.  Ok, I’m a southern girl and you can’t eat fish without ketchup.  It took forever to get a bottle of ketchup because they were so busy. 

My shrimp was good, but the catfish was a bit cold and I only ate a couple of bites.  Hubby gave me a couple bites of his prime rib, it was ok.  I saw someone coming out with a piece of cheesecake (I would kill for cheesecake) and my hubby said that if I went and got a piece, I could take one bite and then he would finish it off.  Sounded like a fair trade.  So, off I bounced to the dessert table.  They must have put out a new cheesecake because this one wasn’t touched yet.  It had this horrible looking red stuff (strawberries? Cherries?) all over it.  I didn’t get any.  The cakes and bars all looked like they had been made in someone’s kitchen – they just didn’t look that good.   I found the smallest rice crispy square and brought that to the table and ate half of it.  I was full and feeling pretty pleased with myself for being so “good” at the buffet. 

After dinner, we headed up to the simulcast room.  My tummy was not happy.  Again, that sensitive balance thing.  I come from a long line of heavers, so throwing up is really no big deal to me.  For almost an hour, I sat there sick to my stomach, just waiting for the moment of no return.  I’ve done this enough times in my life where I’ve got the timing down.  In the bathroom I went and got rid of my entire dinner.  A new thing this time though, my nose started bleeding.  I’ve got sinus issues and take a daily steroidal spray.  So nose bleeds are nothing new either.  Just it was a pain to have both at the same time.   I didn’t feel that good for the rest of the evening or this morning.  I’m feeling fine now.   Well almost.  Seems that maybe something didn’t really agree with me, because I’ve been to the bathroom three times this morning.  Hopefully, that’s out of my system now.   My hubby is so used to my stomach issues; he wasn’t concerned about the length of time I took in the bathroom or me being sick.  When I came back, he told me my horse won and asked how I was going to count the points now.   We did horrible at the race book.  Only won on the quarter horses.  I really do not like the tracks hubby picked this time.

Another reason to wonder about the validity of my three-pound loss.   Water weight?  Missing dinner?  We will give it till Sunday. 

I hate Halloween.  My husband loves Halloween.  Hubby is in charge of the candy giving.  I don’t want my hands on it.  I love candy.  Halloween upsets the cat.  The cat sits by the door and growls at the trick or treaters.  Well, he growls at anyone who comes to the door.   Of course, I have to get the candy on my Saturday morning Target run – and not the cheap stuff either.  My husband likes to give out the good candy.  So, the candy will stay in the garage until it’s time to give it out. 

I’m getting my nails done this weekend.  Yeah.  Hubby wants to play golf on Sunday.  Sounds like a good weekend ahead.