i've failed to mention that i'm back on track because i'm trying not to think about it too much. however, i'm excited to see the 188 on the scales...with no decimals to worry about. i've been walking every morning and i'm totally in love with my legs. the muscles! i invited my co-worker sara to touch them, mysteriously she declined. the boyfriend however is happy to ooh and ahh on command. in between bites of bacon.
i painted rather an unflattering picture of the boyfriend yesterday. maybe that's not quite the right word, possibly unjust is better. he's strong and fast and he can do things his thicker built brother can't because the brother can't fit. he hates being called skinny as much as i would hate to be called fat. he's happy with his body. and mine. none of that perfect body image propaganda gets in to his head. i wish i could see things as he does.
i do worry about the cholesterol, but he passes every test with flying colors. melissa says her husband is a robot: he doesn't gain weight, he works inhuman hours and he doesn't need to sleep he just plugs into the wall. my boyfriend is just like that and someday i will find the damn batteries. the other day he said his arm was hurting him. since he doesn't usually feel pain i told him to double check his warrantee, but he didn't think it was funny. he said the arm only hurts because he moved a 2000 pound machine by himself. ya think? he must need some wd-40.