I little bounce up to 191 this week, but long-time readers will know this is no big deal. If you had a scale that measured finely enough you’d realize that your weight is constantly changing. Your cells are always burning energy, your kidneys filtering out waste, and your body retains different amounts of water on different days. So it’s 191 this week. Who knows what it will be next week?
Also, does anyone know where the treadmill service repair man is? He was supposed to come between 8am-12pm to do the yearly maintenance check on my treadmill. It’s exactly 12:00 as I type this and the only people in my apartment are me, my cat, the spider in the corner, and possibly a critter of some unknown species that I’ve heard crawling in the attic at night. Last night my mother called me to say Sears had called her to confirm the appointment. Considering that she still has the same phone number that we had when we all lived in a house together, I have to wonder if the owners of our old house got a visit from the local Sears repair man this morning. I clearly specified my new address when I made the appointment though, so it’s not my fault, though I’ve just wasted my whole morning waiting for nothing. Kind of like all that time I wasted when I was fat, waiting for my life to start. The warranty expires in a week though, so if he doesn’t show up I’m going to have to take time off work to schedule another appointment. Me = pissed.
ETA: Yep, just called Sears and that’s exactly what happened. So now I have to get my mom to call the warranty department to change the info and then schedule another appointment. I’m going to go smash something now.