sweetpilot79

The scale today read 206.8. Up 1/5th of a pound. Not a big deal today, since I did a lot of housework and it’s probably muscle (yeah, I’ll stick with that). I figured I lost some belly weight over the past week due to a seriously exciting event.

You know when you misplace your keys, and you walk around, scratching your head, saying “I know they’re around here somewhere”? I hate that feeling. Especially since I only put my keys in one place: in the bedroom in front of the ridiculously expensive TV I bought myself.

Well, last year, I lost my feet. I was standing in the bathroom (my office), I looked down, and they were gone. That’s when I knew I was fat, although I didn’t do anything about it back then. Oh sure, I could bend over and visit them any time I wanted, but they didn’t make any additional effort to say hi. They didn’t call, or write. It’s like they never knew I was gone from their sight.

This morning, when I went to my office and I did my morning routine (scratch, fart, pee). I looked down at the porcelain god, aimed, and saw my FEET! I was shocked. It wasn’t my whole foot, just the tops of my toes, but I could see them! They’re hairier than I remember, and they have a funky tan line, but they came out to say hi. I told them I had been working hard to lose the belly. I guess they appreciated the gesture. Maybe they’ll stay out longer and we can take a walk together.

I know many of you know this feeling. Many of you will have it soon. Your feet miss you. They may be stinkier than before they left, but that will pass. Let this be an inspiration to those of you on this journey, and a happy memory for those of you who have completed it. Eventually, the reunion happens.