I'm still busy, but hopefully for the next week I'll have a reprieve. I'm SOOOOOO looking forward to not waking up at god-knows-when o'clock.
This whole scale not moving thing is Not.
I'm not really down about it, but I'm certainly not gonna be doing cartwheels and herkies. I know that I've said that all VSG victories aren't tied to the scale and all of that positive malarkey (well, it wasn't malarkey when I said it then) but right now I really need this scale to MOVE. I really need for my new second number to be here.
I'm thisfrigginclose to being the weight I was before I got pregnant and Bessie part deux and Addie just wont let me have it. Why won't they let me be great? I'm telling you its about to be some head bussin, table flippin, windmillin fury. For those of you not familiar with the old school martial arts style of fighting, the windmill, I assure you that it is no joke. My friend, who has a
Wronger than two left shoes.
Wronger than peanut butter and no jelly.
Wronger than french fries and mustard.
Wronger than spending 10 G's on surgery and not losing any real weight for a few weeks and then going crazy and trying to windmill people to death b/c the scale isn't moving only they're not even real people but characters that are a figment of my imagination and then telling people about the crazy so that makes me for real FOR REAL crazy because that is something that I should probably never tell anyone but I DO and even though I know that I won't lose weight every single day the irrational part of my brain takes over my fingers and my body...and...and....Well you get the idea.
Just move already, Bessie part deux!