We're not friends lately. I am tired of her trickery. Down a pound one day, up two the next. All of the magic of getting on the scale is gone when all of those baby pounds just seemed to fall away. Now all that remains are those "reminder pounds" of all the garbage I ate that I shouldn't have when I was pregnant. The scale seems to know about those pounds too and is now playing the rub it in your face game which means it isn't moving anywhere.
Whit came across one of my wrappers last night...in the closet no less!! He held it up and said,"what is this!!!" I said, "Oh, just a little treat I keep in the upper cupboard in the kitchen." "I want a little somthin-somethin that I keep in the upper cupboard in the kitchen", he said. That thought made me laugh in jest. As if he would even eat it. This is coming from someone who never takes seconds and could pass up dessert anytime. Not that he is watching his waste line, just that he looks at food as fuel and that's about it. We make a good combination that way. He never thinks about it and I can't stop thinking about it. (By the way, those snacks are only 100 calories and actually quite good!!!)
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Cute pics of the boys! My scale does the same thing. Maybe they are related.:)
It was as if I could have wrote that myself. A true love hate relationship! I have decided my scale is so old it must not be working right, i need a new one, ha ha. love ya
Ah Laura these areas of interest are why we have remained such good friends. Alas I try to throw my scale away, but then end up pulling it back out again and again and again. It sometimes makes or breaks my day. But then again I to have a stash in my upper cupboard area, and closet, and in the dresser, and under the seat of my car etc. etc. etc.
I am boycotting my scale at the moment. So fun to hear you describe Whit...Steve forgets to eat. Who forgets to eat?
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