And, so I carried on, in bliss, for several months without a scale or fridge light; not having to look at the science projects in my fridge or the numbers on the scale. Until yesterday that is, when Rey returned from his shopping trip with AAA batteries and light bulbs.
And so my happiness was shattered into a million pieces.
At first I thought the purchase was a kind gesture. Then I stepped on to the scale, and saw the numbers 1-5-0 appear on the screen. It was then that I realized he was the most evil person on the face of the earth.
150 pounds. One hundred and fifty pounds. 1. 5. 0. Not three months ago, I weighed 135. I’m in shock! I have no idea how this happened! But I’m lying, I know exactly how it happened: daily super burritos and six-packs of beer since long before I can remember.
So, in an attempt to get back my girlish figure, I’ve made a vow not to eat burritos or drink alcohol during the week. But meanwhile, I feel thoroughly depressed. Like a fat old slob. And so I’m posting the below YouTube (courtesy of Lacy), to remind me that we’re all different and beautiful in our own ways, even though sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.