My Fickle Mistress....
I have a new mistress. She is only about 1.5 inches tall and 12 inches square. She is black and smooth. She loves me one minute and tells me what I want to hear. The next I must have scorned her because she tells me hurtful things. I had to have her and who knew.... it's love hate with her. I never had a love hate with her predecessor. I hated him! He had to be a man and a mean vile one at that. He now sits in a corner ignored. Hey! I know! She is giving me such mixed signals because she likes him better than me! She is my new scale!
As of the morning I am down 20#. I went into surgery weighing 320# and this morning it was 300# exactly. I am antsy waiting for my weight to start with a 2.... I know that the first time I see it I will pick up a few ounces and be back to 300# but the first time will be oh so sweet! The next sweet time will be when I weigh in the morning and my weight starts with a 2 and then again in the evening and it STILL starts with a 2...
I B**** because I'm losing 'so slowly' yet my losses are faster than some. Is impatience an implant that they put in when they do the surgery? I guess if I'm rational I will just smile and wait, the scale will continue to count backwards. It didn't get so high overnight and the rate that it's coming off is as close to overnight as possible but....
I WANT IT NOW!!!!
Gayle
Queen Of Yarn Balls

