this morning my eyes were tired, my mind still drifting, and the scaled whispered to me in it’s digital way “193″ – i went back to bed because i was sure i was dreaming.

30 minutes later i rose again, and it still said the same. weight moves, it fluctuates and my scale sure knows how to please me. i’m almost convinced my scale wants a favor for all this flattery.

so that gets me to 24 lbs in 17 weeks, i’m not a record breaker- no role model; not sure where the weight came from. i know i’ve lost 4 inches around my most flattering stomach area and my bras fit me a bit better. but other than that i just feel more ‘fit’ and a bit more positive overall.

-subject change-

so i’m doing laundry last night at my apartment complex- i was all alone – until this fellow shows up – puts his clothes in two washers and i go back to the apt and watch some tv… then i return to move from washer to dryer and again return to my apartment- nothing seemed odd.

finally it’s time to retrieve my dry clothes- and the guy is there, folding and sorting. he explains to me which washer he was using and that it stopped working so he mixed his clothes with mine.

WITH MINE?! so if i was missing anything or found anything it belonged to him. WHAT. almost like saying- my shower wasn’t working, so i’m just gonna take a shower with my neighbor!!? i brushed off his comments, accounted for all of my garments- claiming none as foreign and walked quickly back to my apartment for refuge. what happened to logic? or courtesy?!