......How Many Inches??

It’s later in the day. I’ve had my coffee. A friend reminded me that I’m awesome (and to breathe). And Rob sent me an email that, at first glance, blew right over my head. C’mon...you were titillated by the title of this post, right? It’s not just me.

You see, I sent Rob an email this morning after my weigh in. Something like:

“Half a pound….in a MONTH. WTF????!!!”

I sent it in the few fiery moments I had before I got a grip and went on with my day. That’s how it is. Quick to explode and get all over math’s case, then I’m fine and totally excited about my coffee and wearing a super cute outfit to work!

A few hours later I received this email from Rob:

“…….how many inches?”

Um…excuse me? Is…he….trying….to.... Am...I to...infer...inuendo? OH! HA HA HA! He’s asking me how many inches I’ve lost!

The point is, and there is a point, it’s funny how completely and perfunctorily I dismiss the true measure of weight loss….size! So much so, that when Rob (being the awesome husband-to-be that he is) points it out, I assume he’s “flirting” with me! Ohhhh…I feel so silly.

You probably know from some of my older posts that I am not a great mathematician. This is further proof. I am looking only at “weight” and not considering “volume” or “mass”, or whatever. *sigh*.... math!

I have lost a couple of inches from my waist and to be perfectly honest, on a few days over the past week or so (because, sadly, I am back on the Hell Train to Weighing Every Dayville) I weighed 161, which would be 2 pounds lost this month… if I’m doing the math correctly. So to hell with the Master Cleanse. I'm going out to lunch!