Yogurt and pears....
Raq - break the calipers.
I like knowing my body fat percentage when I am actively trying to lose weight/inches and exercising. Otherwise, fuck it. No point in knowing. It took me 20+ years to stop seeing myself as giant fat hippo in the mirror. I am curvy; I'll never be "thin". I can work for heathy and maybe thinner, but I'll never be a size 6. Even at a size 8 - which I was when I joined b.org, I was told I was too thin (not by b.orgers, by other friends). So yeah - curvy. Volumptuous. Statuesque. All words that describe me.
Aww, sad Kristin. And tommyrot, selling the family farm is v. sad...
It just hurts when you sit, especially in some positions, but the doctor told me it would simply heal on its own.
Hmm. It hurts more when I move, really...I figure if it still hurts bad (or worse) tomorrow, I will do something. Likely it's bruised, not broken, but I'm a little paranoid after having broken several bones as an adult (and none as a kid!).
Ouch. I've bruised the tailbone. It's tough to find a comfortable position.
I'm sorry Kristin. With you on the Bush hate. Today's news is all discussion about him increasing our troops there in a big way. So sick at the thought.
I hope the family celebration is a lovely one to hold as your memory of the farm, Tom.
How to lose 20 pounds.
Give up sugar, carbs, fat, salt, caffeine. Exercise. It just melts off (snerk).
I'm sorry Kristin - how very sad.
And very sad Tommy on selling the family farm. I hope you guys have a great celebration this weekend.
How to lose 20 pounds.
Give up sugar, carbs, fat, salt, caffeine. Exercise. It just melts off (snerk).
I should give it a try. Giving up sex certainly hasn't worked.
And very sad Tommy on selling the family farm. I hope you guys have a great celebration this weekend.
Yeah, my grandfather and great-grandfather originally bought the farm and cleared the land, so it's been in the family for a century or so....
My dad's already sold more than half the land. People are building houses on it! In our fields!
Give up sugar, carbs, fat, salt, caffeine. Exercise. It just melts off (snerk).
IE, everything that makes life worth living.
Me, I'm fat. I'd need to lose a hundred pounds to get back to where I was in college. But I can still scare people with my wit and intelligence, so there's that to the positive.
This post brought to you by the nearly-end-of-period hormonal roller coaster. Which is nice, because I'm no longer contemplating class warfare or bitchslapping the next person who whines about only being able to afford an iPod Nano instead of the video iPod they "need". Yes, I work with clueless children. I comfort myself with Cassandra-esque mutterings of "You'll learn, my pretty, you'll learn."
