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navigation pounds lost: 6.8 contact Last 5 rings
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2004-07-20 - 10:35 a.m. Tonight’s the night. I’m really hoping I don’t get pimp slapped at WI tonight. I don’t care if I have this huge loss, since I only just got off my ass a few days ago…but no gain would be really nice. My new and improved home scale says I’m down, but I want to see what the WW scale says, so I can judge its accuracy. I hope it’s close. For fucking 30 bucks, too, it better be on point. I was going to buy one of those official WW scales, until I saw the price tag said $60. Then I laughed and walked away. It’s kind of a shock to count points perfectly again after being a lazy ass for the last few weeks. I’m like..”shit, that’s all I get?” I’ve been working it, though, so that’s a good thing. I’m not going to declare my temporary insanity over until I get through like 2 good weigh-ins in a row. My mom has this annoying habit of asking me if I’ve eaten the food she cooked for dinner. If I say no, she gives me this annoyed look or complains that we’re all wasting food. No matter how many times I’ve told her to cook less, she still cooks like we’re the Klumps. It’s really aggravating. I mean, I’m capable of screwing up on my own without adding in more battles for me to fight. Last night I knew she’d ask, and I didn’t have enough points for pork chops, so I took two out of the pan and threw them in the trash. Then I moved the mashed potatoes she cooked around in the pot, so it looked like someone had taken a scoop. Pretty fucking genius, if I do say so myself. When she asked, I just smiled and told her I’d eaten. I don’t even feel like a bastard for doing it, either. I mean, sure, I’m wasting food, but it’s not like there’s an address in Somalia I can mail my pork chops too. So I’m not going to worry about it. Better to throw them away than have them end up on my ass. Curves was fine, and thankfully no sirens went off as I walked in. Exercise felt all foreign to my body. I like how you can bust your ass for weeks on end to achieve one tiny bit of muscle, but if you miss a week, your body reverts to Jello. Good one, God. |
