Ouch! I’m back up to 227 this week. In all fairness, I had to weigh myself earlier in the morning than I usually do, so I was probably more hydrated than I typically am when I weigh-in. My fancy-schmancy scale is backing me up on this one because my hydration percentage was higher than normal and my body fat percentage was the lowest it’s ever been (44.7%).
Why was I up so early? Well, we finally put the house on the market this week, so now I get to be run out of my house at strange hours so people can insult our carpets and leave all our lights turned on. I think this is actually going to cost me lots of money because the only place I can think of going is stores where I inevitably buy things. I really should insist everyone who views the house give us gift cards to cover these expenses. I feel a bit betrayed that my cat hasn’t said anything about it to us. All these strangers have been running through the house and he hasn’t mentioned a thing! You’d think he’d at least try to spell out a message with his kitty kibble.
I currently live with my mother, though I’ve never mentioned that here before for the exact same reasons I’ve never strolled into my local tattoo parlor and requested they write “Loser” on my forehead. I get along really well with my mom and there’s no way I would be out of credit card debt if she hadn’t let me stay here. Still, there is a tendency to look down upon people in their 20’s who still live with their parents, in America at least. All 20-somethings are supposed to be living in fabulous apartments with promising jobs and fabulous social lives or something. How we’re supposed to afford to do this, I don’t know. Sell a kidney? I already got rid of the gall bladder, but that cost me money.