I rolled over to the scale and when the numbers stopped jumping about, I was a clear fifteen pounds heavier. I was assaulted by a barrage of emotions – utter disbelief; what the f@#%! ; this is gonna look great in a bathing suit; I shouldn’t have had the bleeping carrot cake; why me Lord?.Suffice to say when I awoke in a cold sweat after this HD wide screen technicolour, vivid dream, I was delighted to look down and see my feet. Eureka! My body seemed lighter and I practically floated over to the weigh scales.
I survived the assault and transitioned into remorse – not for eating the carrot cake – but for not appreciating the weight that I had been. Cause after a ten pound growth spurt, my former fighting weight didn’t seem nearly as bad as I generally feel about it.
Like numbers on a slot machine they rolled, scrolled and tumbled. ahhhhhhh. Familiar numbers; not as prime as I would like, but comforting just the same. So of course the moral of the
Note to self: Skip the nachos before bedtime!