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Went to the dentist to have a new filling tweaked a bit because it wasn't playing nicely with the neighbors, and the receptionist said, "...Wow, you've lost weight!" Which is good, because it means all the walking I do is finally starting to show even if I could still lose another 40lb without missing it, but is probably in its own way rather a sad commentary on how much dental-work I've been having to catch up on.
And then, because I had both Money-On-Me and No-Breakfast-Yet in my inventory (yes, I should probably have saved that joke for tomorrow, but what the hell), I stopped at Subway on the walk home. Two steps forward, one backwards into the "add bacon and cheese" pit.
(The thinnest I've ever been, for the record, is 125. Which for some reason is still a size 12 on a 5'3" frame. That was about where I stopped giving a rat's ass.)
And then, because I had both Money-On-Me and No-Breakfast-Yet in my inventory (yes, I should probably have saved that joke for tomorrow, but what the hell), I stopped at Subway on the walk home. Two steps forward, one backwards into the "add bacon and cheese" pit.
(The thinnest I've ever been, for the record, is 125. Which for some reason is still a size 12 on a 5'3" frame. That was about where I stopped giving a rat's ass.)