Ok, so Thursday again. In my house this has now become known as weigh-in day, cue scary music. In the interests of honesty, and avoidance of self-denial, I have been asking the lovely Mr B to check the scales for me before he potters off to work. But this morning I just could not be bothered to get out of bed, let alone stand naked in the FREEZING cold bathroom. So warmly snuggled up in bed I stayed.
Thinking it is
unlikely possible that I may have lost a pound or two.
More guilt, until just now I figured I may as well get up and just go do it.
And guess what….
I can’t see!
No really, I cannot read the scale. It is all blurry. To read it I have to bend right down, which interestingly makes me lighter, how does that work? But standing up, and I am no giant, not a hope.
Well, what a revelation, I am short-sighted. Confession…I am also an optometrist by trade. How embarrassing.
So, with the help of Mr B’s WAY TOO STRONG glasses I think I weigh about the same, but less if I bend down. Jeez, had better book an eye test.
Love from the fat-one who is soon to be the speccy-fat-one.