So it is the eve of the weigh in. I checked my blood pressure today like a good little girl (little to be takin as you will because we alllllll know as of right now I am not a LITTLE GIRL). My numbers where a lot better and more of where they should be. (yes I took my medicine) I guess I still need to take me medicine for a while longer. My body just isn't quite ready to be in line with where it should be I guess. Thats ok though, I am doing what I need to get them that way.
So today, I worked A LOT for my life coach. She needed help to get caught up on stuff at work. I needed the money and so here I am. We had dinner which I have to say was wayyyyyyyy good. It filled me up, in a good way, and satisfied my stomach monster. (He didn't protest or try and get rid of what I fed him, that is definitely a good thing I say!) My friend who is also trying medifast brought over her (for those who weigh about as much as a baby elephant)scale for tomorrows weigh in. I was about to get on the scale just to see what the numbers would be when my life coach piped in "you better not get on that scale tonight." I said " what's the big deal I can weigh in when ever I want to!" She told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to get near that scale until the morning or she was going to hunt me down, sit on me, and play typerwriter with my head until I begged for mercy and said she was the best aunt/life coach anyone could have! Since I was never going to say those things to her, especially with a witness around, I protested by stomping my feet (which is hard to do and pretty painful on tile)and loudly protested "I don't see what it matters." I told her that I would just sneak down in the middle of the night and not tell her; she countered back with "you would be so wracked with guilt you wouldn't be able to keep that kind of secret from me." Even though she may or may not have been right, (ok she was right)there the scale sat untouched by my (in desperate need of a peticure) feet waiting for tomorrows weigh-in.
So there we were in the craft room upstairs (Which like I previously mentioned has a new lease on life and is ready to be utilized for its intended purpose; aka she is all gussied up for a night out on the town) my life coach, suposedly watching tv, and my cousin and I playing bubble-popp (the most addicting game on facebook, you should look it up and try it). My life coach with her feet up on the table and the remote in one hand watching my cousin play instead of her tivo'd show; my cousin on one side of the table playing on the desk top computer and me on the other with my laptop "nerding it up". All we needed to complete our looks were headsets so that we could communicate in nerd code as we tried to beat each others score. After about 3 hours and basically just listening to criminal minds instead of watching I had beaten my cousins score. With my butt cheeks asleep and my legs numb I crawled into bed.
I did contemplate making a trip downstairs. With my luck I would get part way down the stairs, then trip on some invisible dust bunny with my still numb and now tingling legs, falling to the bottom waking my life coach and her attack poodle and pom-poodle who would then wake the whole house with their barking. There I would be at the bottom of the stairs broken and no closer to getting on the scale then if I had just stayed in bed. The scale can wait until the morning, I am staying in bed for my own safety.
Cross your fingers for tomorrows reveal.....
Love Angela
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