"I'mma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if I make a scene
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think"
Well, there is mine, kids.
Hi, how are YOU?
I'm a little bit pleased this morning. I weighed in. 164 lbs. Bacon, FTW.
I don't keep accurate records, nor do I log my weight OFTEN, but this is quite indicative of my last year or so. I started where I am now. The peak was about ten pounds higher than THAT dot would even indicate. I never actually logged it, even if I wrote about it. Ouch. I died inside when I inched toward 1-9-0 lbs. I started a blog about "Regain." And, it stopped.
If I can convince Mr. MM that there won't be any holiday baking (I don't, much...) I will be well off this holiday season to continue losing. Mr.? There won't be ANY holiday baking. Nobody NEEDS your shit. KTHANX.
I am actually logged into The Daily Plate right now. I have logged, uh, one meal. It won't last.