The truth is, that lovely and healthy new lifestyle I embraced earlier in the year has taken a beating in the past couple of months. I mentioned earlier that I’d fallen off the wagon. I’ve eaten fast food, pizza, lots of BBQ and all sorts of desserts that I know are the kiss of death. (Although I wasn’t nearly as bad as my friend Jason who nearly launched himself into a chocolate coma with “Gotta Have It” size ice cream concoction at Cold Stone Creamery a couple of weeks ago.)
Yesterday I had to face the music and I got back on the scales. I closed my eyes, got my courage up and…
You’ve got to be kidding…I’d better try that again.
I closed my eyes, got my courage up and…
What’s wrong with this bathroom scale? We just bought the stupid thing. THIS CAN’T BE RIGHT?
After all the sinning and cheating and unhealthy food, I find that I weigh less now than I did when I was being really, really good. I have to have the strangest metabolism known to mankind. I don’t know why this is the case, but, if that’s the news, I’ll take it!
I had to celebrate. It was absolutely necessary. Pizza from Arris’ for dinner. Mmmmm, yummy! 🙂