Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Today, I weigh.

I haven't been weighed in for two weeks now, since my first post-op visit with the surgeon on August 10th. 

There's no doubt I've lost additional weight, so why am I nervous about stepping on the scale?

After all, "a wise woman can read her romantic future in a bathroom scale".  (See above for this tidbit of timeless wisdom).

Maybe I'm just still a little freaked out by being asked out yesterday ... by a senior gentleman with one good eye and too much aftershave.  If I keep losing lbs., will there be more of his kind in my "romantic future"?

I'd really prefer somebody like Scottish actor James McAvoy ...

... I'd like to order up a six pack of THAT, honey.


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