In an effort to further depress ourselves (being as I am already not a happy camper that we aren't having a real January and we haven't stuck to one single resolution, unless you count eating more butter cookies in 2008 and watching every single SVU), we bought a scale.
It was meant to be a bit of a motivator, something to spur us along as we worked to not only lose weight, but also to eat healthier (we are hoping ones leads to another.)
Thus far I am just weighing each time I go to the bathroom, just for kicks. And since that source of fun ran a little thin, I am now coaxing the cats to get on the scale. I suspect Cynical is doing the same, because I got an e-mail announcing that Cooper, out dear "little" orange cat, weighs a whopping 17.6 pounds. Must be genetic, from his "mother's" side.
(Cooper is also suffering from some sort of severe dandruff sort of thing. . . so I get to haul him, in a pet carrier, to the vet on Friday afternoon. I am counting that as my exercise for the day and weighing both of us immediately afterward.)
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Our BIGGEST joy
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4 comments:
hahaha! OMG!!! what is the attraction? is there a body magnet in every scale purchased?
and do you take off all your clothes and clean the lint out of your belly button too? I do. I really need an accurate measurement.
That is too funny! We so need a scale. I wonder if I can weigh the gold fish that will never die?
Our scale is my arch nemesis. It doesn't help that my gson plays with the dial everytime he's here, and you get the shock of your life if you're the first on it after that!
Embrace your scale. Love your scale. Comfort it, it is your friend.
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