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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