It’s funny how the act of blogging about something can affect it. For example, I feel perfectly fine during the week as my weight teeters and totters up and down. I know there are a million and two things that affect weight other than fat. But when I come here on Saturdays I feel like I’m playing “Justify Your Weight.” Every time the number goes up I feel like I need to reiterate all the possible reasons for gains, from salt to water retention to that time of the month , etc., etc., etc., just so other people don’t freak out. The madness must stop.
So, in the interest of keeping me out of a padded room that I doubt my health insurance would pay for anyway, I’ve decided to revise my blogging weigh-in schedule. I will continue to update my weight on Saturdays mornings, but it will appear in the sidebar of this page and not in an entry. You can find it in the “Just how fat are you?” box. I will make a post about my weight on the 1st of every month to talk about how things are going. That way I won’t lose any accountability, but I also won’t have to come up with a new way to say “I lost” or “I gained” every week. I think this will work better because it was getting hard to think of stuff to write along with each weigh-in, especially since my rate of loss has slowed. Sometimes I felt like a TV weatherman reporting on a blizzard who has to keep saying, “Yep, it’s still snowing out here,” over and over again to fill 8 hours of storm coverage. It was starting to feel like filler.
In other news, Karen and kate requested new pics of me. I’m going to wait until my weight is 180 before I do another 3-D pic, but to tide you over until then here’s a picture of me in the first miniskirt I’ve ever owned. I wore this outfit to go to the art fair yesterday and was startled when I caught my reflection in a funky mirror on sale at one of the tents and saw some hipster chick looking back at me.
I also discovered something the costume designers for The Matrix learned last century: people look way cooler in sunglasses. Check out this side by side comparison. Who looks like a hipster chick and who looks like a French spy about to infiltrate the CIA complex?
The skirt claims to be a size 12, though I have to wonder if that is like a 30-something-year-old woman claiming to be 29. But if it wants to say it’s a 12, I have no problem with that.