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Overall, today was a good birthday. I really appreciated all the phone calls, texts, and wall posts from everyone! Feels good. I'm so important.
Today was good for another reason as well. This morning I decided to risk ruining my whole birthday by checking my weight on the scale. It has been a while since I've done this. I feared the worst, but I just wanted to face the ugly truth anyway. Well imagine my shock and delight to see the lowest number I've seen on a scale in probably over a year. I'm not so proud of myself that I'm going to announce what that number is, but I am pretty pleased.
Though I must credit this accomplishment to the day I spent recovering from a massive hangover and the fact that in the days that have followed, I've yet to gain back my appetite. So it's not as if I did this the healthy way. I drank myself sick and then quit eating.
I recommend it for anyone looking to lose a few pounds.
Nah! I'm just joshin'.
In any case, just seeing that I've lost weight is inspiration for me to continue the healthy way.
And that's all well and good, but just a little unfortunate because now I know my boobies are gonna shrivel up and die. It's especially tragic because I recently invested an unreasonable amount of money in nice new Victoria's Secret bras. Now they won't fit right. Actually, I don't want to jump the gun and say that just yet. They still fit fine right now. It's just usually inevitable that when I lose weight, the jugs go right along with it. I can't so much call them jugs. Maybe more like aluminum coke cans. Long and thin.
Ok, I'm losing it. Time to stop.
Today was good for another reason as well. This morning I decided to risk ruining my whole birthday by checking my weight on the scale. It has been a while since I've done this. I feared the worst, but I just wanted to face the ugly truth anyway. Well imagine my shock and delight to see the lowest number I've seen on a scale in probably over a year. I'm not so proud of myself that I'm going to announce what that number is, but I am pretty pleased.
Though I must credit this accomplishment to the day I spent recovering from a massive hangover and the fact that in the days that have followed, I've yet to gain back my appetite. So it's not as if I did this the healthy way. I drank myself sick and then quit eating.
I recommend it for anyone looking to lose a few pounds.
Nah! I'm just joshin'.
In any case, just seeing that I've lost weight is inspiration for me to continue the healthy way.
And that's all well and good, but just a little unfortunate because now I know my boobies are gonna shrivel up and die. It's especially tragic because I recently invested an unreasonable amount of money in nice new Victoria's Secret bras. Now they won't fit right. Actually, I don't want to jump the gun and say that just yet. They still fit fine right now. It's just usually inevitable that when I lose weight, the jugs go right along with it. I can't so much call them jugs. Maybe more like aluminum coke cans. Long and thin.
Ok, I'm losing it. Time to stop.