Wednesday, April 01, 2009

april fools


I got fooled this morning by my husband.



Last night I was complaining to him about the recent pounds that have been creeping up on me these days. Basically I was throwing a pity party for myself, and nothing he said was going to make me feel better. He gets so annoyed when I do this.


I woke up this morning and thought it was time to get on the scale and see if I really did have a reason to be throwing a pity party. I hadn't weighed in about 2 weeks, so I was dreading getting on the scale this morning, for fear it would tell me the ugly truth.


So I closed my eyes.


Stood there for a second.


Waited for the dreaded number.


So I looked at the last two numbers.


**I always just look at the last two number, because I know what the first one is.


And looked at them again.


I really didn't think I had gained that much weight.


I didn't have my contacts in, so I had to squat down to see if that number was correct.


And it was. Matt had changed the scale to kilograms.


So then I didn't feel so bad, because I didn't really know what that number meant. All I knew was that was way smaller than what I was used to seeing. I might keep my scale on kilograms. We'll see.


Or invest in one of these....




1 comment:

  1. kate- you might like these two blogs- i read them everyday, and love them!

    http://flythroughmywindow.blogspot.com/

    http://simplyseleta.typepad.com/simply_seleta/

    xoxo
    kymie

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