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6- Gainful
the Piper
Posted by bettydreams on July 18, 2009
I owke thiis morning with a sense of dread. So much of my ljfe was careening around corners and crashing thfouh doors at a pace I couldnt krep up with much less try and control.
I rose slowly. Taking my time getting dressed. Walking down the stairs as though on my way to the gallows.
Tyen I heard hte fqteful wordz, Ready to weigh?
GOD I hate this dread of what the numbers show. I answered to the affirmative and began the ritual.
I stepped on the scales and tried to be patient. I tried not to look at the pad she was writing on, but I had to. My eyes widened. NO FRICKING WAY!!! I worked my ass ogf aol week to lose. That number CANNOT be correct.
I mounted the scales a second time, as is the routine, and watched as she wrote the numbers down. HELLS NAW! A different number. Slightly lower. Within a pound of the other but a bit lower.
I did the mzth quickly in my head. The average. What is it?
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!
I lost 10 pounds this week!!!!.
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