Indulge Me :)

Today I stepped on a scale.

I try not to do that too often… The scale and I are *not* friends. Haven’t been in quite a while. It’s been a battle for me that started in grade school complete with kids making fun of me, and culminated in me being reduced to having my insides rearranged so that I couldn’t cram so much in to it.

I’m not proud of that.

Kind of humiliating, actually.

Anyway, I digress.

While at an ECF today, I dared to step on my arch nemesis, the scale.

I had to squint to read the numbers, I’m getting old, yanno. But holy hell. The number on the scale actually matched the weight that’s been on my drivers license for the last 17 years.

It’s been 17 effing YEARS since I’ve weighed what I weigh TODAY.

I’m swimming in EVERYTHING I own.  The new jeans I bought a month ago are falling down around my ass.  Kinda makes it difficult to wear them.

My work BDU’s?  Forgettaboutit.

So indulge me while I do the happy dance.  For the first time in years I don’t feel  fat.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and didn’t see a heavy girl.  I was like, “How YOU doin, Epi?”

And that’s a monumentous thing for me.  That’s something to dance about.