This a.m. I got brave and stepped on the scale.
"GOOD GOD!" I screamed. "It's a good thing I didn't step on that scale yesterday!" I would have slit some wrists or maybe just a package of Oreos open that instant to wallow in self-pity.
But, today is Day Two. I would say on a scale of 1 - 10, my diet today was an 8. Went over a bit on the points, I am pretty sure, thanks to a trip to Target's snack bar, where dinner was a personal pan pizza. But, in my defense, I didn't eat two!
Sex with your hubby is a great way to lose weight. Esp. with plenty of fellatio
ReplyDeleteGlad your diet's going okay. An eight on the 1-10 scale is great! Good luck with it. Are you adding plenty of exercise, too?
ReplyDeleteThrow out the scales and concentrate on the wardrobe - I can't stand weighing myself, but I do respond well when I can fit into a certain pair of jeans!
ReplyDeleteTommy--are you really my husband, secretly pretending to be an OB blogger with a Mickey Mouse on your blog???!?!? This sounds like exactly what my husband WOULD SAY
ReplyDeleteCaryn--six days a week, minus the fellatio.
Mel--I agree! But if I don't see a number on that scale (and it was a SHOCKINGLY HIGH NUMBER THIS A.M.) then it means nothing to me, because there's always that extra pair of jeans in the closet that fit no matter what, even if I don't want to wear 'em.
Hey, I think it's great you're working on keeping slim. I'll be rooting for 'ya!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mr. Six-Pack Abs man! Your comment just stopped me from going into the kitchen to devour a pint of Ben and Jerry's and a sleeve of Girl Scout Mint Thins!
ReplyDeleteHow's the house hunt? Gotta get out of the slums--I hear they grow huge roaches out by you! ; )