Gaah!!!
My scale is telling me that I've gained 3-5 pounds in the last few weeks. It's probably a combination of the stress of moving (I HAVE been eating more) and the mass amounts of alcohol consumed this past weekend (alcohol has a shitload of calories, especially that hard liquor. But I distinctly remember drinking healthy; I mean, were there NOT strawberries in my daquiri AND lemon slices with my lemon drop?!).
I know that a few pounds may not seem like a lot, but if I've learned anything over the last almost-30 years, it's this: boys lie. Wait, sorry, wrong life lesson. If I've learned anything, it's that it's surprisingly easy to go from 5 lbs here and there to being forklifted out of your house through a knocked-out wall.
Guess it's back to the Lean Cuisine for a week or two.
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You crack me up.
At least I can read your blog after you're gone.
:-(
By the time you go they'll have to forklift us both out.
We went to Windmill Island for our field trip today, where this conversation took place:
Tour Guide: This windmill weighs over 17 tons...
One of my students: Is that more than you, Miss Jenny?
Me: Barely.
NIce Jen....you actually said that to your student :). I weigh more than you by a long shot so quit your bitchin :).
the point is, renee, that if I want to STAY this size, I need to watch my ass (literally)
Thanks LoB.
NEXT weekend, so a week from this Sat.
When you reach the Bruce B. Downs exit on 1-75, call me. I'll toss a congratulatory six pack into your car.
Don't worry about the weight; moving to Florida in July will take it off!
Don't believe him. All boys do lie.
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