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My eyes rolled back into my head when I saw an extra pound and a half on the scale.  I didn’t remember doing anything really bad but the scale seems to think otherwise.

Yes, I feel like a disgusting blob this week.  I’ve taken two steps back and I’m kicking myself.  On a positive note, this kick might be the little boost I need to actually get off my ass and work harder.

Maybe I can take the weight I’ve gained off this week.

*crosses fingers*

So today after work I felt like getting out for a bit.  Everytime I do my grocery shopping I see this little half-priced book type shoppe and I finally decided to take a peak inside.

Honestly, the place was a disaster and the owner was one of those people who causes you to avoid a store completely just so you don’t have to talk to her.  But I rummaged trying to find some craft/art books.  The owner helped me locate the general area they would be in since the place had absolutely no organization to it. 

They didn’t have anything close to what I would find interesting so I took a mosey on over to the cooking section and eventually found a book of U.S. regional breads.  I decided to take it.

I gritted my teeth as I took it up to the front counter and told the owner I wanted it.  The front counter was completely engulfed in a see of books she was working on organizing…. I hope.  She took the book from my hand and looked it over and commented on her love of bread.

She took my debit card and swiped it… when suddenly a little middle-aged woman walks through the door, walks behind me, and then pulls on my left hoodie sleeve.  I made sure to keep my grin under control.. she reminded me of a toddler trying to get a parents attention.

Woman:  “I bet people tell you all the time you look like Michael Moore.”
Me: *almost speechless* “No this is the first time…  Is that a good or bad thing?”
Woman: “I guess that all depends.”

I restrained myself from turning around and backhanding her into last Tuesday. 

Since then I asked a few people and they all just laughed and told me I did not look anything like Michael Moore.  Although, I do have to admit, a few people did agreed. However, they did comment and say I am a better-kept version.

I almost slapped those people as well.

It was a miracle.  I stepped on the scale just moments ago and to my amazement the scale reported exactly the same weight as last week, down to the tenth of a pound.

Could it be God helping me out?  Could’ve have been that massive poo just before weighing?  Could it have been that I willed the scale to lie to me?

It doesn’t matter.  I’m just happy there was no increase.

I’m afraid of the scale.  I will admit I ate horribly all week.. If I’ve lost another pound it could only be explained by divine intervention.

Once a fatty, always a fatty, I guess.  *sigh*