1 - Hubby got called out, oh, about 2:00am this morning. I loaded my gun and put it under the far side of his pillow (that helps me sleep when he's gone at night...far side so I don't accidentally knock it off...even though I don't venture onto his side) and then...
I ate two pumpkin spice covered chocolate malt balls.
I fully expected to have gained a few pounds when I stood on the scale this morning.
I didn't. The number was lower than yesterday's number.
2 - There is a big mirror over my sink, there are huge mirrors around my garden tub. I tell you this so you realize there is NO way to avoid seeing yourself in my bathroom.
Today, I have been very tired. Before getting in the shower, I'm yawning and stretching and happen to look in the mirror and see a lump and think, "What the crap is that!?!!?" I move and look closer, lift my arm up over my head, gingerly go to touch the lump...and...
It's my ribs.
You may now take a laughing break.
Apparently, I haven't seen my ribs for a long time.
So. Crisis averted. I don't need to go to the doctor.
It's just my ribs...showing up when I stretch...
Lessons learned?
Two malted balls do not make me fat.
Two malted balls do not make me fat.
Live so that having your ribs being a part of your life is normal.
Thank you Dr. Dukan. I can feel my hip bones...I can feel my ribs...that's cool.
1 comment:
You're funny :-)
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