McFatty Monday

This time next week, I will be in the happiest place on earth!!!
So, no McFatty Monday next week. Just to warn you ahead of time, here is a list of things I intend to eat on this trip:
1) A mint chocolate chip hot fudge sundae from the ice cream shop on main street (while watching wishes)
2) A SWEET CREAM CHEESE PRETZEL. Specifically from the lunching pad in front of Space Mountain. Holy crap on a cracker are they delicious!
3) A pulled pork sammich from sunset at the studios.
4) Popcorn (natch)
So the next McFatty Monday post will probably be a grumpy one, because I will most likely gain 20 pounds. Every single one will be worth it. I will not be thinking about my sucky job or queer ovaries for a whole week.
Well, that last one is a lie. Disney always make my uterus ache. I will definitely not be thinking of my sucky job though. NOTHING on the is earth can make me miss work!
So on to the McFatty part of my post: Blair posted about recommitting, which was funny because I told you all 'bout my little slip last week, and how you would make fun of me if I quit now. On Saturday, Mr. Joe and I went to a graduation party for his aunt and it was the first time in . . . well, ever that people commented on how I looked skinny. So much so that I didn't believe them. either that, or I must have looked worse than I thought I was before because I am just not seeing "skinny" when I look in the mirror. I see "thinner than before", but not skinny. Sometimes, I think that maybe I'm not seeing what other people see when they look at me, but then I look at pictures taken of me, and I see a bigger girl than what I see in the mirror. I wish I could borrow someone else's eyes for just 5 minutes so I would know what to believe. I realize that I am my worst critic, but it's one thing to say that, and another to know it.
Anyway, this post is turning all negative and depressing and in 5 DAYS I WILL BE IN SWEET CREAM CHEESE PRETZEL HEAVEN!!
I will also have 5 more days of P90X behind me, and will feel that much better about myself every day I complete. I don't have any pictures to post yet, but I will get Mr. Joe to take one before we leave and I'll throw it up here sometime this week. I hope everyone had a successful week!

Mrs. Joe's List of Irrational Surgery Fears:

1) I will die. Not because of the tiny incision in my stomach, mind you. I'm sure that I will for some reason, just drop dead at 27 years old right on the table.

2) I will wake up in the middle of the surgery and be completely paralyzed. I will hear and feel everything, yet not be able to tell anyone about it. To make matters worse, Dr. Foreign Accent will be commenting on how flabby I am.

3) They will accidentally amputate one of my arms or legs. I'm hoping if this is the case, that it's my left one. Or if they're going to amputate something, that they take my second toes, because they make my feet ugly:

4) They will discover the REAL reason I'm infertile: I have testicles and I'm actually a man. Mr. Joe will be SO PISSED.

Did I mention that I'm having this done at a teaching hospital??? EEEEEk!

I know I am not the only one to have this done, but I am so paranoid that I CANNOT STOP driving Mr. Joe crazy with worry. I thought if I wrote out my fears it would make me feel better, but I keep coming up with newer ones. I'm going to stop while I'm ahead :-)