Not That I'm Complainin'

But I just realized this morning, as I stepped on the scale for the first time in two months, that maybe people weren't just being polite.  I've had access to a lot more candy than normal lately due to couponing (Don't worry- most I have given away or stored in the freezer but I've eaten my fair share of those Snickers Eggs too.)  You see, lately, people keep asking me if I've lost weight.  I figured they were being polite or something.  And also attributed it to the fact that I am no longer having to wear my ankle length puffy coat that makes me look like a blue state puff marshmallow.  It's so warm here that I have been wearing just a light sweater or in the evenings to walk the dog, my light Burberry coat.  Oh yeah baby...spring has sprung and this little chickadee is loving it!

But back to me.  Ha.  So I crept on the dreaded scale just to see how much blubber I stored this winter and it turns out, I lost a bunch of it.  Like nearly TEN POUNDS.  My jeans are loose but other than that, I feel like a fat cow.  Just being honest.  I feel just allover yuck about my body's current state of affairs. 

I desperately want to be one of those cool girls who proudly proclaims that she loves working out.  I do not.  I loathe working out.  I loathe sweating, even when not caused by working out.  I loathe gyms.  They give me heart palpitations and I won't go near one.

So somehow a bit of the blub has magically disappeared.  I wonder what might happen if I actually popped in one of my many workout DVD's a few times a week too?  Perhaps I will be back on with a report of this very scientific and fancy experiment.  And perhaps there is a sliver of hope that I will actually fit back into my favorite Lilly's this summer.

...hmmm...could this be the reason I was unable to buy my beloved patch skirt on Rue the other day??  It's all rather exciting and mysterious, no?!