136.8
Food baby.
Food babies.
My food baby is pregnant with a food baby.
Urgh, I may need to delay my first December weigh-in a few days so this can work it's way out of my system.
136.8
Food baby.
Food babies.
My food baby is pregnant with a food baby.
Urgh, I may need to delay my first December weigh-in a few days so this can work it's way out of my system.
I shall have to tell the full story via laptop wifi sometime soon. Abbreviated version: Painter Guy, 24, nailed Costume Girl's little sister, 16. Actor Guy, who is nearly engaged to Costume Girl, pulled a knife on Painter Guy. On campus. 45 minutes before the closing night performance.
I drove Painter Guy to the hospital to have his hand fixed.
I held Costume Girl while she cried backstage during Act I.
I didn't murder Tech Girl who said Little Sister was "asking for it." I did, however, tell her "It is the adult's responsibility not to have sex with a child."
I don't know how we didn't end up on the eleven o'clock news.
135?¿? I woke up 4 hours early for a work day, weighed in at 137, drank a glass of water, went back to bed. Woke up needing to pee like crazy, weighed again: 135. I dunno if it's real but I can hope...
And 136.8 WOO! Back under what feels like a safe weight right now (138).
We went to Arby's during theater stuff tonight and I managed to take off 3/4 of my roast beef sandwich bun without anyone noticing and wtfing WOO again!