So this morning I had to head to the dietician's office at the hospital to get weighed in because of the scale not being able to get an accurate weight on Saturday. It turns out, she was a girl I graduated high school with. We didn't get along in high school but she was really nice and any other time I've seen her since then she's been nice. I guess just getting out of that atmosphere changes people.
Anyway, I stepped onto the scale and the numbers climbed and climbed. I wanted to cry but I didn't cause I was still wearing my mascara from the job interview (entry about that in my main diary: Tam I Am). It finally settled on a number and I was speechless. I mean I knew it was not good, but I didn't know it was -that- bad. 453. Yes, you read that number correctly. Four hundred and fifty three pounds.
She looked at me and asked "Where is all of it?" I just looked at her and she told me that I don't look like I weigh that much. She said she would've guessed 360-380. That kind put a smile on my face, but she's not the one who has to look at it naked every day in the mirror.
That's okay though. It's a number and numbers can change. This number will be changing and it will be going DOWN!
RAWR CHUNKI MONKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!
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