What's the dill, pickle?

This is how the Starbucks guy greeted me today when I came in for what appears to be my weekly post-workout treat. I did get a skinny (hazelnut) latte though, I try to mix it up and make good choices most days while indulging every now and then. Anyway, it scares me that I must go their often enough that the people have begun to recognize me (although he still can't remember my name when he writes it on my cup).
It was a good week for workouts, even though I thought I was sick earlier this week (turns out to just be allergies and I am now taking the appropriate medicine to help). With the next two days off I should be able to get in some good cardio. Too bad the weather won't be nice enough to be outside. Maybe Sunday. My favorite Body Pump instructor has apparently sprained her wrist so she has not taught all week. I hope she gets better soon! I feel buffer when she is there.
I am going to have a parent-free weekend! Hurray! I hope I get to do a lot of cooking and relaxing around the house. I will jet out Saturday night to an art opening of a friend of mine. I haven't seen him in months, so even though it will delay cooking dinner it will be nice to see him. I think Don and I are going to an open house Sunday as well. I've looked at this house several times online and we have driven past it. It looks really cute but we can't really afford anything right now, so I regret us starting to look around because I'm afraid we'll fall in love with something too early that we won't be able to get.
Oh! I weighed myself yesterday and was down a pound from when I was down earlier. So that is about 4 pounds lost since I've really started trying. I was scared to actually get on the scale but was pleasantly surprised. I say it's the Body Pump classes and the building of muscle that is helping the most. I heard in class the other day that for ever pound of muscle you gain you burn 50 more calories. Even more reason to start stacking on the weight in class!