tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Scale I really need to weigh myself but I can’t seem to find a good time. Anybody who weighs themselves with any regularity knows what I’m talking about. There is an optimal time to weigh yourself and it usually involves nudity or at least very light clothing or a small towel, not having eaten recently, and having peed (having, um, pooped, is a bonus) recently. That was written poorly but you get the gist – as little in/on the body as possible. I haven’t been able to be near the scale (and it must be The Scale – substitutes will not do) at the right time and I don’t want to jinx my recent successes by hopping on the scale under less than optimal conditions. Am I a dork or what? But despite the lack of concrete evidence there have been some victories. I have been willing to wear my cute sporty tank tops to the gym. This means that I feel confident that flappage is under control. I still can’t wear them to Boot Camp because they don’t provide the necessary boob support if we have a running day, but then even when I was uber-skinny I had enough boobage to require sport bras that smash and smoosh everything into stationary compliance. Maybe tomorrow morning will be a good time. If it is, I’ll dutifully report the total. I have only 10 days until Bathing Suit Day. I highly doubt that I’ll weigh 150 lbs., but I also highly doubt that I’ll burst into tears when it comes time to put on the dreaded suit. Breakfast: yogurt, Kix. 3:45 p.m. - 2007-07-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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