Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Competing Scales.... UPDATE

Ya. Whatever. My sister (ya, Holly! I'm talkin' to you!) has totally beat me on the scale wars. She is (UGH!) a whoppiing 17 pounds less than me. Boo Hooo HOOOO!

Geesh. I hate food. I love it. Then hate it. Then just totally end up having a ridiculous affair with it. Chick Fil A- their waffle fries doused in Chick Fil A sauce??!!! Who said that it's a 'Christian' company? I know NO Jesus loving saint that would create something soooo sinful!! Nope. It's pure adultry to indulge in something sooooo tasty!

So- whatever Holly! You're winning. What-EV-ERRR!

But hey, guess what sister of mine. You look great! I'm proud of you- and genuinely happy for you. I know the frustration of the chub- and you're overcoming it. I love you. I love you. I hate you for being on the lighter side- but I LOVE YOU!!!! ;-)


  1. What are you talking about? I think you look great. Seriously. I was going to ask you why you talk about losing weight all the time. You're one hot mama!

    PS--I have a love affair with Chick-fil-a Sauce, too.

  2. Erin- you're LOVELY! thank you for your sweet comment!

    I don't know- I really think it's a matter of comfort, rather than mirror image or jeans size.

    I'm ok with myself- just slightly depressed about it the fact that I have to work so hard JUST to maintain a weight that STILL says I'm 'obese'.

    I would like to move down to the 'not as bad' status of 'over weight' (according to the 'standard')

    I want to be healthy- first and foremost, though! (regardless of the scale)