Thursday, July 06, 2006

Wednesday Weigh In

Ready?

Here we go:

197.4

Weight gain: .4
% Body Weight gained: .2

You know, I never thought that 197.4 would look good, but given that my entire three-week vacation was spent indulging in cookies, candy, pizza and other various and sundry delicious treats, I was expecting to be up above 200 again. I'm not! I'm still fat, but I'm not over 200lbs.

I'll take it as a victory and feel good about myself today.

I also think that I'm going to find a dance class to take, hopefully two nights a week, and try and get into shape that way.

I was never so thin or happy as when I was swing dancing. I miss the swing scene so much sometimes. Although, of course I could never do what I did then and mother at the same time.

I like to move it, move it...

Monday, July 03, 2006

Oooooooo. Professional Slime!

Someone has commented below:

Maybe if you didn't have your little fucker brat, you'd still have a somewhat cute figure. 200 pounds?! DAMN - you're HUGE! Don't bother responding - the address is spoofed. ;)


I love the dickless/entirely lacks testicles approach. See, John Josephs there wouldn't be brave enough to so much as waft his personal stench in the direction of a woman in real life, fat or not. Instead he leaves anonymous nastygrams to random people while masturbating furiously.

Watch that hand, John. It's likely to fall off! But keep up the attempts to communicate and someday you, yes you, will even be able to talk to a REAL girl! Probably only on a weekender chat line, and she probably won't be a real girl, but hey, it's better than life now!

Meanwhile I'd like to agree that yes, I'm huge. And no, it isn't the fucker brat (for which phrasing you'll be going straight to hell, have a nice trip) it's actually the neverending eating and total lack of exercise. Next time try paying attention before you infest another site with your particular brand of inanity. The rude and pointless post would be more palatable if you had exhibited a modicum of actual intelligence.

Meanwhile, for those of you who's mothers had kids that lived, soon there will be another weigh-in. A post-vacation weigh in. At which time my elephantine ass will get on the scale and break it all to hell.

Will there be another tsunami? Will entire coastlines run in terror?

Stay tuned!