194.5. ONE NINETY FOUR POINT FIVE. I’m seeing progress, people. Slow, steady progress. But I’m only seeing that progress on the scale, really. My body? Still looks mostly the same. Except my size 16 skinny jeans get too big too fast. The jeans have stretch in them. And stretch? Stretches out. So then they are…
weight loss
Better late than never, right?
What the fack. WordPress just ate my post so y’all probably clicked over and were all “OMG. No words. Miranda’s smokin’ the crack pipe.” Well I’m not. If I were, I might’ve lost more than just .5 pounds. Yes, point five. As in one half. As in I have had so many Reester eggs I’m…
This is where I try to do math and fail
Okay, 197 minus 195.5. Is that 1.5 lbs lost or 2.5 lbs lost? Yes, I really am that bad at math. I totally ate my feelings on Saturday. The trip to Joann was stress-ball city. And then we went to dinner where Erin works to see her and I did well, I think. Except I…
I still weigh 197 pounds. But I’m okay with that right now.
I had a dressing room meltdown last week. My starfish Erin was there to witness it and Dan caught the aftermath that evening when I cried about how stressful the event had been. I’m in a wedding in May. The bridesmaids are young. Way younger than me. I’ve got nearly a decade on them. And…
I dreamed a dream
On occasion, weird things happen in my dreams. (Der. They are dreams, right?) The weirdest dreams of all happen when I dream I am back in high school. Like, I’m a student again, and I’m me, but not me. I’m a 29 year old version of me trapped in the body and social interactions of…