The other day I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond with Amanda to look at curtains. On our way to the back, I see a really cool looking scale at half price. I do the unthinkable...I get on it. Of course it is one of those that tell you not only how fat you are but your BMI and water weight. I have to take off my sandals and put in my age.
I won't share the results...except to say I'm much, much, much bigger than the day I gave birth to Amanda.
This puts me in a depression. A Dove Bar, Pirate Booty, Quesadilla with extra cheese depression.
Then this OCD chick at work who blurts out things tells me I have blue lips. No, I don't. But then I noticed I do have a purple tinge at the corners of my mouth. Probably asthma....but it is scaring me.
So this week...I'm back to the gym ( I sweat like a pig y'all) and I'm making an appointment for a physical where they will tell me to lose weight...duh...
So wish me luck. And I'm not telling you what I weigh. At least not till I reach my goal. It's gonna be a journey...wow, what a journey.
Books read: I've finished the Jen Lancaster Trio of Laughs..Run to your bookstore and look in the biography section...she is way too funny.