February 19, 2009
Almost a great day
Just now, when I was getting ready to shower, I weighed myself and I weighed 10 (TEN!) pounds less than yesterday. While the rational part of my brain was being violently shoved into a tiny little box with a heavy duty padlock on it as I checked and rechecked the truth of what I saw, my hormone brain was rejoicing and not in the least bit worried that I lost the equivalent of both of my feet in weight while sleeping last night. Unfortunately, the part of me that is concerned for the well-being of the other-being inside me took over and made my mom step on the scale for double checking's sake. Her weight was correct and my hormone brain continued rejoicing until I stepped back on and was at yesterdays weight again. So close, yet so very very far.
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Ah, but that would be so very very bad - what with the being preggers and all, que no? But, yes, I understand the totally irrational feelings the scale can produce...
Do you think you were maybe in a "Lost" dimension for a second? trippy
Unfortunately, I think the scale is just out of whack. Most mornings it shows me being around 10 pounds lighter than I should be, and then after my shower I stomp on it some more and I weigh not what I want, but what reality dictates.
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