Went and got weighed. The regret of my complete inability to behave myself was ringing in my ears. I knew it wasn't going to be good. The fear that I was going to blow up the scales with it shouting 'cannot compute' or 'ouch get off me' had settled itself into my stomach for a good long stay. Sure it even brought popcorn and drinks to enjoy the show!
The lady was welcoming. She asked me kindly, 'how'd it go last week'. I declined to answer on the grounds that I didn't want to incriminate myself as a gluten!
I got on the scales. Fear was having a good oul expectant chuckle while dropping popcorn all over the place. But I got the last laugh on fear. The scales didn't blow up. Or shout ouch! In fact. The scales did nothing. It went neither up nor down.
So I stayed the same. No loss, but no gain (all the dancing I did must have helped loose a few wine pounds).
"Zip my Lips and Shake my hips"
Love it!! I've been a naughty girl and havent been to a meeting in what feels like forever you have given me the motivation to get back on the horse and stay on track can't wait to see you this weekend
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Oh my lovely Little Aussie! For a minute there i was like, eh see me the weekend?! See you at 10am my time Saturday morning xxx
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