A post filled with good news and a STFU.
05/25/2010
I scored a motherf*cking 90% on the MATH, kids. MATH. Beth cannot recall MULTIPLICATION TABLES. I was in remedial math by the 5th grade. Go me. It has to be the grocery cart estimating mad skillz I has.
But, due to a "picture of Brad Pitt riding a horse through my office," and a misplaced "modifier," I got a 78% on the English portion. I had NO IDEA that wording the sentence that way made it LITERAL, and funny as hell.
Maybe English IS my second language. I do NOT know the parts of a sentence. I am lucky to string along words that anyone can understand. Add in the million milligrams or 11 pills of Dopey-max and Dilantin, I am lucky I can speak anything other than pig latin. I mean that, I can barely get fill in my name and address on an online form, so please do not ask me the parts of a sentence.
AND - TOPIC CHANGE...
I weighed myself. After a weekend in California. After libations, including one $50 bottle'o'wine split with mah girl Suz. After bacon. After prosciutto. After cheese. After eggs. After half a rare burger with bacon and four french fries. After the BIGGEST piece of stick jerky YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. After half a cupcake, from this cool veggie joint. ;)
(Wasn't it DELICIOUS? DO I have ONE REGRET? ASK ME. Did I get sick ONCE? Did my blood sugar tank ONCE?)
1-7-1 pounds. I will take it. Last time I got on the scale it was 174-176, so it's all good, and down from my regain to 189 lbs a couple months ago when I was in that Diabetes magazine article.
Considering that I am the "Dorito/Donut/Doubledown Eating WLS Failure?" who will (shocking!) "never be" considered a real blogger and will never be taken seriously because she swears and eats poorly and is a BAD EXAMPLE?
STFU.
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I am doing alright.
PS. The conference wrap up post is coming, I just had to get this outta the way.