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But it's only for masochists. Try going to the dentist to get one of your molars drilled and filled and see if you want to eat a darn thing. And forget wanting to eat. How about being able to eat? For some odd reason I can't open my mouth wider than a sliver. It hurts to talk so I'm not doing much talking tonight (good news for some folks).
I've had 3 Medifast meals today, and I managed to get my L& G in while I was still numb and lovin' life. But as soon as that novocaine wore off? Hello pain!
It's been eons since I had a cavity, so I'd forgotten what it was like to have dental work done. Who knew it was also a great diet aid?! Sheeeeeit, if I'd have known that, I'd have a tooth drilled once a week for the last 7 months (do I even have enough teeth to do that?).
In case the dentist's efforts at appetite suppressing fail there's always Plan B, which is to simply think of all the things I have left to do for this wedding, and how much time I don't have to do it in. Let's engage in a bit of wedding plan appetite suppression right here, shall we? I still have to:
- find a veil, which I'm told I can't do online
- find or have a corset made to wrangle the girls into place under my strapless dress
- buy some spanx, because I'm told I have to wrangle my thighs as much as my boobs
- write my wedding vows
- find a hair stylist
- get my son's pants hemmed
- register
- find a ketubah (jewish wedding contract) and order it in time
- address invitations
- mail invitations
- straighten out the florist
- get quotes for liquor and portopotty rental (yeah, I'm a classy broad, we're gonna have port o potty's at our wedding....)
- pick a wedding band and order it
I'm sure there's more.......that seamstress is gonna have to take that dress down to a size....what? six? A girl can dream, right?
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That's just a public service announcement. No matter how freaking good the ice cream is, don't lick the blender blades. I've started to get the extra ice creamy goodness out from the blender attachment with my finger, but believe you me, it takes all my will power not to lick it clean. I heart the soft serve. Have you noticed? I just finished a nice mint chocolate one.
Life's been so crazy, and it's been hard to get over here and blog. I've slowly begun losing again. That gain of 10 pounds in July really sucked. I'm now about 5 pounds from where I was before. And only about 7 weeks away from my wedding.
Holy hell. 7 weeks. How much can I lose in 7 weeks? And will my gown fit? Ak. I go for a fitting on Sept. 16......
You know what really burns my ass? When sales people in the wedding industry say "oh, you're a bride. You'll lose tons of weight before the wedding." Really?! Really. Tons? Where are my tons!? I got no stinking tons. Except on my ass. I got lots of tons there. They're just not coming off.
Now I'm to blame, and I know it. I've been remiss. I've been lenient. I've been weak. But between working, raising my maniacal son, caring for my neurotic goat dog, picking flower colors, wedding bands, photographers, DJs, and writing my wedding homework (that's right folks. Homework! You get homework when you get married....), it's been a little hard to stay focused on eating well. And let's just say cleaning the house has become a vague and distant memory.
And let's not even discuss registering. Nope. Just not gonna go there.
Now, I've been drinking tons of water, and I still swear that the more I drink, the easier my scale finds it to slide down. So I just keep on chuggin' away and peeing like a race horse (FYI- Racehorses pee a lot. And I mean, a lot). I'm sticking to plan as closely as I can, and I'm trying to be kind to myself regardless of my choices.
At least I'm still getting compliments. Yesterday one of the men in my office building stopped me from down the hall and said "you look fantastic". I turned and told him, well, I've lost nearly 50 pounds (It was 49.5 pounds before vacation, dammit! Now it's 44.....).
We talked a little about how we've both been trying to lose weight, and he said he'd been exercising a lot. Sigh. There it is again. That dirty little word. Exercise.
Perhaps I need to start doing a bit of that. I've been very resistant to the idea. But, if the Borg have taught me anything, and I know that they have, it's that resistance is futile. It might just be time to ramp up the Wii Just Dance.
Oh, and just as an aside, I went to my summer camp's 45th annual reunion this week, and it was nice not to be large marge there. It's been 25 years since I've seen some of those folks. Here's a picture of me with an old friend who was my counselor back in 1985! I'm in the purple sundress. (I'm just a dress wearin' fool these days!)
Anyway, I'm going to take some solace in the fact that even though I'm 5.5 pounds up from where I was a few weeks ago, the scale *is* actually moving down and I'm still looking good enough to have someone else notice all the weight I've lost.
In the meanwhile, I need to crack the whip and get ready for..... Operation: Bridal Gown. |
They say the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result. If we're going by that definition, I must be stupid.
I'm continually amazed how this plan works, all around, when I just stick to it 100%. Here are some of my more mentally challenged realizations; having been on this plan since November, you'd think this would all have sunk in sooner. But I really do sometimes let them slip quietly from my brain.....and then BLAM! I remember.
1. Yes, it really makes a difference if you chug water like a mofo (and, incidentally, pee like a racehorse). If I drink my water, I drop weight. If I don't drink my water.....well.....who knows. Maybe I'll drop and maybe I won't.
2. Drinking my water actually is keeping me from wanting to eat my face off. I always poopooed this sage advice from dieters. Being a long time dieter, having heard this mantra at weight watchers and Nutrisystem, I just said "yeah, yeah, I know, I know" but I haven't always embraced it. The truth is, if I'm guzzling water there's no friggin' space for food in my tummy and there's no friggin' time to pack it in my mouth because I'm too busy running down the hall to go make a deposit every 20 minutes or so. My conclusion? Don't eat your face off. Drink (water) your face off. If you must, you can flavor it with those sugar free powders (I do).
3. Food is fuel. Seriously. I knew this months ago. Yet it continually astounds me when I forget. If I don't space my meals right, I'm hungry, weak, and shaky and I'm cruising the kitchen for a snack that might not be OP. And that's even AFTER I've finally had my MF meal, or my dinner. It's like my little pea brain is still in OMFG I'M STARVING mode, and it's screaming "EAT SOMETHING, WOMAN! WE'RE DYING OVER HERE". I guess it takes some time for my stomach to communicate up to the old brain that it's been filled with good stuff. But that teaches me that I need to be more regimented, and I need to make sure I'm eating on time, or I run the risk of pigging out.....even when I'm no longer hungry. And when I have that "I want to stick my head in a vat of doritos and never come out" feeling, I just repeat my other mantra. "Food is fuel" a few times......and the Doritos beast is at bay. For now.
4. Medifarts are awesome. Now if you're say, my son, or the dog, you may not agree with this statement, particularly because the latter is always getting blamed for the pungent aromas that sometimes whittle their way into my house. But if you're me? They're a weapon when used accordingly. You know, like when your kid won't go to bed. If only I could harness the power a little more..... consistently, we'd be all set. And no, I'd never use my power for good. Evil's the only way to go with that one. Oh, and if you take the digestive health pills, chances are this will be the kryptonite to your Medifarts. You might want to rethink the digestive health pills. I'm just sayin'.
Oh, so many realizations. If only I had the time to keep going. But I'm off to work. Then to the city to look for rings if work ends in time. Then to a quiet night of no dog, and no kid with Dan. And then back on Wednesday to life as normal. Crazy, hectic.....
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 By lawchick at 2010-07-31
Sweet mother of God. These things are DELECTABLE! The package makes a whole five pancakes. Well...5 if you count those 2 tiny ones at the top of the plate there, which are about the size of a pinpoint. But waste not want not on this plan, folks. The batter splattered and made those 2 tiny pancakes, and make no mistake, they were just as good as their bigger, fluffier counterparts.
Seriously, you don't need syrup. I threw in a little baking soda, which is why I think they were smaller in diameter but plumper. I had to scrape the chocolate chips out of the shaker jar because you know I'm not going to be deprived of even one blessed chocolate chip. Not. even. one. So they all kind of ended up in the last pancake which was more like a chocolate chip with some batter thrown around it for kicks. What's not to like about that, though?
I decided to read the ingredients. Normally that's an unwise thing with most foods, not just medifast but in general. Nine times out of ten you can't even pronounce half the stuff they put in food. I'm not sure most food actually is food after I read the ingredients. I haven't been too diligent reading labels on the Medifast foods, I guess because I have a fear of finding out what's in these magic packets.
This time, for some reason, I took the plunge. I was pleased with what I read:
Rice flour: Flour made from rice! I love rice! Rice is one of my favorite words! I haven't had rice in months! Unless you count those little nuggets of rice in the chicken rice soup, but come on. That's just a tease.
Whey Protein Concentrate: Whey protein is a mixture of globular proteins isolated from whey, the liquid material created as a by-product of cheese production. (I learned this from Wikipedia. Who knew!?).
Soy Protein: Ah, we all know about this. Protein taken from the soybean, bless its little green nubby soul. Soybean, I love you!
Chocolate chips: deliciousness, sugar, chocolate liquor, cocoa butter, soy lecithan, vanilla, all made to form an adorable, scrumdidlyumptious chip.
Dried Egg Whites: Egg whites. That are, um, dried.
Dextrin: A low molecular carbohydrate. Thank you Wikipedia!
Oat Fiber: Fiber. Made from oats. Makes ya poo. We love this ingredient! (We being me.....)
Dried Apples: What?! I get to have apples?! In the form of a pancake!? That's FRIGGIN' brilliant. Thank you Medifast. I love you. Like, really, I do.
Baking powder: I think we're all familiar with this one.....
natural flavor: Say what?! This is the only ingredient that has me a little unnerved. I mean, bull sperm has natural flavor. So does cat poo. Please tell me there's no bull sperm or cat poo in these pancakes.
Guar gum: A powder made from the "endosperm" of guar beans. After my previous description, I'd like to just qualify that I'm fairly sure endosperm isn't what it sounds like. I think it's just a ground portion of the guar bean. Yum! Eat it up!
Xanthan gum: This is a thickening agent used by fermenting glucose. Its trademark is that it thins stuff out as you shake it, but then it thickens right up as soon as you let it sit. Which is EXACTLY what the batter did.
Salt: I love this ingredient more than sugar.
Soy Lecithin: Fatty substance taken from an animal or a plant product, in this case, the soybean.
Maltodextrin: This is the sweetener they use in the bars. It's what gives us all that famous Medigas. Still, without it, our foods would taste like....well...ass.
Rebiana: This is a stevia based sweetener. This one has dashed all my hopes that I could eat these pancakes day and night. When I tried stevia as a sweetener for my coffee a few years back, it resulted in my having to perfect the art of blaming the dog for pungent wafting stenches in my general vicinity. That's fantastic if you need a seat on the subway with elbow room, but not so great for spending time with loved ones and friends. Plus I had to spend terrific amounts of time on the toilet. That's great if you need to read a good book, or avoid cleaning the house. Not so good, however, if you've gotta drive to work. They just don't make car seats that can sustain that kind of abuse.
Vitamins and Minerals: Not gonna go into this, but suffice it to say the pancakes are full of vitaminy and minerally goodness all around.
Not so bad, right? No ingredient you couldn't read, or that was really terrifying, except maybe the mysterious "natural sweetener".... and as for that one I will just assume that ignorance is bliss.
I say order yourself some chocolate chip pancakes! They're good, and they're good for ya! |
Yesterday, my little monkey went with his dad to some rock quarry for the day. The kid is fascinated with crystals and he had a fantastic time. When the got to the gift shop, he begged his dad to get a necklace for me. He came home so proud, bursting with excitement at the gift he'd brought. He couldn't wait to get inside the house, so out on the porch he carefully drew the necklace from a brown paper bag, and handed it to me beaming.
It was beautiful! Here I am wearing it:  By lawchick at 2010-07-30
It's pale pink, with silver threads wrapped around it on a silver chain. The monkey announced, "Mom, I know how you love necklaces; this is for your collection, because I love you." Then he asked me to wear it to work today, and to tell him what other people said about it. It was so very cute.
When he came home from school today (he's in summer school - today was the last day...) I opened up his notebook from the year and found this damning entry:
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And there you have it. Cat's totally outta the bag. On Mothers Day I ate.....snacks! Those snacks on the table look like cheese puffs, right?! Right??!!! Yeah. I thought family was supposed to have your back. Apparently there's no such thing a secret over at the shrinkinglawchick abode.
While we're laughing it up, let's look at this gem of an entry that clearly signals a long and prosperous relationship for some shrink out there when the monkey hits adulthood:  By lawchick at 2010-07-30
Paging Dr. Freud....Paging Dr. Freud.....
Just thought I'd share.....
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You haul your sorry ass home from a grueling day at work fighting lawyers who bring a new meaning to the word jackass, and there waiting for you on your porch are two....count them....two....boxes from fedex....one with your recent order of Medifast, and the other with a pair of shoes!!!
And these are no ordinary shoes. *** GIRLIE ALERT *** These. Were. Wedding. Shoes!
I was disappointed yesterday when the badgley Mischka shoes I'd ordered in blue turned out to be torture devices. But today the alternate pair of $50 "Touch Ups" arrived, and lo and behold they are comfy and they look pretty! Squeeeee!
By lawchick at 2010-07-29
By lawchick at 2010-07-29
Ok, that's enough of that. Now, back to the Medifast. I opened my box and gleefully organized. I ordered three ice creams, because they seemed so scrumdidlyumptious. And so, after my Morningstar Farms burgers with Frank's hot sauce and stringbeans, I sauntered back into the kitchen to make momma some peanut butter soft serve. Mother of all creatures big and small!! That can't seriously be on plan. Can it? It's amazing! Would I be a freak if I had that for all 5 meals, every day of the week? Well, more freakish than I already am not doing that?
So I'm hoping this new ice cream helps me really kick the carb monster and stay on plan. It's really been a tough go of it, and staying on plan has been hard. I really would like to at least be close to goal by the time the wedding swings around in October, and so I really need to persevere and do this.
Now, a word about off plan eating. Some people never go off plan. Some find it harder than others to stick to plan all the time. Frankly, I wish I had the strength to always be OP and never slip up. But I have had moments of weakness. I know I'd be losing faster if I hadn't had them. But I'd never be dishonest and pretend I wasn't having a rough time. I forgive myself for the weaknesses, the moments of crazed stress eating, or the days of careless vacation eating. That's not to say I condone them, or recommend that anyone eat off plan. I don't. But I also I don't think that beating oneself up after the fact is very productive.
I have learned through this process, above all, to love myself. Being a better person has to start with loving who you are, right there in the moment. If that means loving yourself fat, or loving yourself in the middle of a divorce, of loving yourself in the middle of a mess you made at work, whatever it is, if you don't love you, you'll never get through.
For me that translates into picking myself up, and dusting myself off when there's a slip up. It's never "I totally screwed up! I'm such a jerk!" That kind of thinking is just waste of my energy.
As a friend pointed out to me today, there are people here who feel ashamed and down because they are struggling and have had moments of weakness with off plan eating. Some of those people might need a kick in the pants, but some of them just need a hug. Some of them just need to be told that even though it's hard, and even though there are moments of weakness when you have gone off plan, there are people here struggling with you, and those people are not giving up.
So I'm not giving up. I ain't perfect. But I'm also not a failure. I've lost almost 50 pounds, and I can lose the rest. Now how about a group hug? |
This wedding thing is nuts. Nuts I tell you! Normally I'm a low maintenance, non girly type. The fact that I can barely walk into a courtroom in a skirt without flashing everyone my backside gives you an idea of just how non girly I am.
So now, I'm faced with this spectacular day of celebration, where all the decisions I have to make are all girly! What color flowers do you want? How do you want your hair? What about your make up? Will your son's outfit match Dan's? What will the Moms wear?
Oy.
I don't know the answers to ANY of these questions. Yesterday I had an email chain with my friends that was more than 50 emails long, all about....flowers. Seriously. 50 emails about flowers. Is that insane? My friend Suzanne brought some levity back into it, though, and thank gawd for her. Every few emails she'd say "all this girl talk is making me want to go scratch my privates". After a few minutes went by with no email, she sent: "hey, I haven't gotten an email about flowers in the last 2 minutes. You ladies ok? Anyone fall down and get hurt?"
The other girls are way into it, and thank god for them too, because I haven't a foggy clue what the hell to do. I'm a lawyer. If I were wrapping myself in words, or legal briefs, or decorating the tables with exhibits, I'd be at home. But all this talk of flowers, dresses, and make up has me baffled, and in much need of a good cigar.
Still, I did go get my make up done last night for a trial run. I like it, but I think it's too harsh. I have to go back on Tuesday and see if she can tone it down a bit, because I still want to look like me on the big day. Here's some photos of the trial run. Let me know what you think. And be honest....
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By lawchick at 2010-07-29
By lawchick at 2010-07-29
So far the girls think the lips need to be paler and maybe the eyes softer. You can see from the last one that the lids are really heavy, and I feel like a drag queen. Now, that might be totally fun to add to the mix of zombies and star trek at the wedding (look! it's a drag queen bride!), but I'm pretty sure I'm not tall enough to be a drag queen, and I'm probably missing the necessary equipment....
Yesterday was pretty grueling with this makeup trial, because I have run out of portable foods (bars and puffs, etc). I left the office having had 2 meals, but by 3 I was starving and a little cranky. I can't wait till my shipment arrives; I ordered lots of portables, plus I got every flavor of ice cream (except mango.....I imagine the mango ice cream might be made in the same room as the peach oatmeal, with the feral cats contributing the secret ingredient....).
I'm hoping this new order helps me stay on track and lose these last few pounds because I'd really like to look uber anorexic in my wedding dress in October! |
It's been insanely busy. I've lost my mind, and so I took a step away from blogging and from this site because I thought I might implode.
Vacation - I Never Met a Carb I didn't Love:
I went on vacation a couple of weeks ago (that's me up there on vacation. Like my bra strap? I know. Total. Class. Act.) , went off plan and stuffed myself with carbs and literally gained 10 pounds in a week. How sick is that? The good news is I'm already down 3 pounds since coming back. I'm struggling to get back on plan 100%. Stress is a killer for me, and the stress of work, house hunting, and wedding planning has been viewed by me like a ticket to eat my face off.
Not a good thing, I know. And I'm getting back on the wagon. I swear. I just ordered a huge shipment of Medifast, complete with pancakes and ice cream to help stave off that carb monster.
Now let me bring you up to speed.
The House:
Totally fell through. We found this really nice house, in a really nice town. It looked great, but after inspection we learned that there were about $100,000 of necessary repairs lurking there. That seemed overwhelming, and the sellers were really difficult people, and finally the deal just crumbled. We're looking for another house, but for now, there's not much on the market (summer is reaaaally slow).
So it looks like Dan and I will be either :
A. Living in my tiny house after we get married till we find something better, stepping over each other to get to the bathroom and the kitchen;
B. Living in a cardboard box, which might be bigger than my current home; or
C. Living an hour apart until we find a bigger home.....( This one's never gonna fly!)
The Dress:
My friend Rachel has really taken the bull by the horns with all this wedding stuff, and has marshaled me into action with all things fashion. She's in the fashion industry, and so she took it upon herself to call J Crew, set up my appointment, select the dresses to try on....It was awesome! I didn't have to even think! Which was a great thing, because I'd never have selected any of the dresses that ended up looking good on me.
The bridal chick at J. Crew measured me for my dress. Get this. I measured 37- 28- 40. I'm now a size 10 in the boobs (can't be helped, the things are friggin' ginormous, and old righty is just not helping things in that department, she's HUGE!). I'm a size 6 in the waist, and a size 8 in the hips. I'm a freaking mutant! So don't call me Sam. Don't Call me Shrinkinglawchick.
I'm Ms. 37-28-40 !
Things heard from the dressing room as I tried on the slew of dresses:
"Hello, Cellulite!" (That was mine- I'm so proud)
"So that's why girls get married in their 20's!" (Suzanne's contribution upon seeing me in a particularly unforgiving gown)
"Holy, Sh*t! You look anorexic in that gown!" (Rachel's contribution, which had me in stitches)
Can you guess which dress I bought? Hell, if I look anorexic, I'm buying it. Oh, and you know how bridal gowns are always in one size when you try them? And you have to then order one to fit? I was fitting into these size 8s. Well, most of them. Granted, my boobs were like 10 pounds of sausage in a 5 pound bag, and in that size I looked like I was ready to slide down some pole in a seedy part of town, not get married, but a lot of the dresses actually zipped up!
All I can say is, Thank Ye, Medifast!
The good news is I got a dress. We ordered size 10 to accommodate my bazzooms, and the seamstress will make the rest of the dress fit. The bad news is that Rachel and Suz think I still need to wear Spanx, regardless of the weight loss. It's true, you could see some of my lovely cellulite through the material of some of these dresses.....
Curse you, Cellulite!
Underpants:
I went dress shopping with my mom yesterday. She needs a gown for the wedding. Mom hasn't always been so interested in clothing, probably because in years past she was heavier. But now? Post Medifast and weighing at about 135 pounds? She's lovin' it. Still, she's a little rusty in the clothing trying on department. I'm probably going to have to write her a little rule book for future fittings.
So we were at Nordstom's in their nice dressing rooms, and the saleswoman comes into my mom's room to help. I'm asking her if she can suggest any other dresses. Which is when it happened.
Mom looks at the saleswoman and announces "I'm not wearing any underpants".
Which sends Nordstom's Saleswoman literally bolting out of the room. I look at my mother and say "You just told that woman you have on no underpants at all". She looked at me, and a moment of silence passed between us. And then we both began to laugh.
Of course, mom had on undies! She just didn't have on Spanx, or appropriate "evening undies". Regardless, the saleswoman completely disappeared from that point on, and we were pretty much on our own.
Some people are so uptight!
I'll have to make a little handy booklet for mom, with tips such as "Do wear underwear.", "Do not tell saleswoman you have no undies on" and so on.
The Wrap Up:
So that should bring you sufficiently up to speed. I've porked up, have no house to live in after I'm married, I've got a wedding gown, and my mother doesn't wear underpants.
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Who knew there were so many rules to skirt wearing? I've been enjoying my new found ability to wear skirts, and so I wore one to Court yesterday. It was a nice brown linen A line skirt from Talbot's and I wore it with a lace top, and a pearl necklace Dan gave me.
I've never been to this court room before, so I was unaware that it had those folding seats like they have in movie theaters. What's more is I had no idea of the repercussions of sitting in such a seat whilst skirt wearing, particularly whilst A line skirt wearing. You know the kind of seat I'm talking about. So long as your ass is planted in it, it stays down, but the minute you stand up it swings up with the greatest of speed.
Did you know that an A line skirt will lift up with the part of the seat that swings up when you stand up?
Everyone in the courtroom behind me knows.
Yeah. So, maybe I'll wear a different skirt to that courtroom next time.....
Life has been crazier and crazier these days, so I've been a bit under the radar. We're inspecting the house today, and we've been trying to get my house ready too. There's also been a lot of work getting ready to close. I've been working my ass off at work; if only that would make said ass shrink a little more. The real grown up world seriously blows. My weight is fluctuating between 153 and 155. I guess I'll consider that a victory considering the level of stress I'm under.
Tata for now, my Lovelies. I will see you all when I next come up for air. |
Well, we did it. We pulled the trigger. We put an offer on a house, and after much haggling and hemming and hawing the sellers finally came down to our number. The real estate market these days is such a let down, that people have real trouble emotionally accepting that their houses are worth the same (or less!) than they were 7 years ago. We put this offer on the house a week ago, and it took them all this time to float down to the realization that the market has really tanked. It's not a done deal yet, of course. Many things can happen before closing to kill a deal. But with our fingers and toes crossed, we'll be moving to our new home this summer!
We're set to close in August. I've got 23 pounds to lose, and I've got to do it while packing, planning a wedding, trying to sell my house and moving to the new house. Let's also throw in the work is booming, which is a good thing, but it means I'm doing more and more from home after hours.
I'm thinking I haven't made it difficult enough for myself. Maybe I should throw some other big life stuff in there for good measure? You know? Maybe I ought to be pregnant with quadruplets or something. That might make the challenge more interesting.
These are wonderful, exciting times, but man are they going to be tough. I'm vowing right now to focus on the fantastic new things ahead of me, instead of the pain in the assyness of moving to a new house, a new town, a new school for my son.....
I'm hoping if I do that I can drop the next 23 pounds. I've got to kick that stress right in the balls and keep on going. I'd really like nothing more than to be at goal on the day of our Star Trek Zombie wedding. |
I'm sick of this. With you, it's always about "Me, Me, Me". You've been hanging out with that renegade right boob again, haven't you? She's a bad influence; never does what she's told; always hanging about with the wrong crowd, pointing in the wrong direction.
"Cry at Velveeta commercials!" you insist. "Eat chocolate" you command. "Let's retain water!" you shout with glee. If you had hands, you'd be clapping. "Let's try and look like 10 pounds of sausage in a 5 pound bag!"is your motto. You know what? I'm half a pound shy of 50 pounds down and yet every 25 days or so you behave like a wild animal, franticly demanding that I placate you with potato chips and junk. Do you not care how hard I've worked?
Yes, yes, I'm aware you work hard too. I feel it when you're "working" hard. It hurts! So maybe a little less strenuous work for you is in order. You could flex those muscles just a little less....you know. I really don't need to be consciously aware of your presence day and night. So pipe down.
And don't forget, I've got Alleve, and I'm not afraid to use it.
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