My Hubby asked me today if I had lost any more weight, because my face looked skinnier … when he said this I thought of you, Beth. Beth always says that she can tell when she is about to be smaller because her face looks different. I told him that I thought my legs looked bigger and I know my tummy is, but he insisted. I decided to let him. I could use the flattery. 🙂
I am beginning to notice a pattern for myself. When I lose or change size, I notice the appearance of sags, bags, WRINKLES, and crappie stuff. YUCK! I am not young like Beth. I have a slightly different experience than a girl of 20 or 30 years, notice how I didn’t clarify how young I am. 😉
Mike will be saying your face looks skinnier, and I am sitting in the bathroom or in front of the computer pulling my skin tight and contemplating the duct tape. My oldest daughter has hidden the duct tape from me, in an attempt to keep me from applying it to my neck. I had clear duct tape, well I HAVE clear duct tape if I could just FIND IT. I was about to start attempting to use this handy-dandy tool while my skin catches up with my weight loss, when she decided it needed to become LOST. She defiantly told me that I wasn’t getting it. I mean what is up with that … NO respect! I carefully explained to her that it would just be for a short time, while my skin tightened up. I’m just sayin’ WHO wants sags, bags, and wrinkles? Huh? Not Me! What she hasn’t considered is that I CAN purchase MORE clear duct tape when she isn’t around. I bet that is why she keeps leaving Sophia with me. Hmm…. What could be worse?
Let me tell you what could be worse. Mo Fat on the Mad-fatter-girl over here. If you give me a choice between sags, bags, and wrinkles and fat … well … my mama didn’t raise no fool (I slipped up and typed food for fool — what does that say about me?). I like being lighter even if lighter is still HEAVY, and the mean little BMI scale says that I am still obese with saggy crappie skin. Healthier always wins the day. 🙂
I have to tell you; I am blowing raspberries in my mind at the BMI scale makers. You know what? Forget the raspberries — let me get the rocks. Hehe. These people who make up the BMI info are probably SKINNY; never struggled with weight in there lives. I know that they use science, and it doesn’t take into account all the info for getting our weight, but still I just want to smack someone for telling me I am obese. I’m just sayin’. Additionally, one of those parental curses creeps to mind for the makers of the BMI chart, that constantly label me as BAD. You know … how your parents would imply one day you would get yours … like you will see how it is when you are my age — implying something of doom was impending for your life.
It’s late and I gotta wrap this here post up (Dot, Dot, Dot, and dash, dash, dash). I am having a love affair this evening with the …’s. Forgive me. I finished with my decision and things are not right in my head … ok … so … maybe they are never quite right, but cut me some slack today, please. I am tucker girl.
I tried out some new makeup today can you tell? What ya think … should I keep it? 😉