So last night was fatfighters again. I did what I always do pre class, which is weigh myself (doh!) And this is what happened. Naked I weighed in at 11 stones flat. With underwear I weighed in at 11 stones flat. Good. With leggings I weighed in at 11 stones flat, but when I put my t shirt on it went up to 11 stones 1lb (Yikes).
What to do? What to do? I couldn't really go to fat fighters without my t shirt on, so I took my bra off (I know, really, I need looking at). I then preceded to examine my reflection, and walked towards the mirror nearly taking my eye out in the process. Decided that the two oldest swingers in town were clearly not safe unfettered, so rummaged around to see if I could find a lighter bra (!) (No I did)
So there I am stood topless on the landing weighing bra's in either hand to see which felt the lightest when Hubby appeared. What ARE you doing? he enquired. Seeing which bra weighs the lightest I said. He just looked at me and shook his head. I swear Dawg shook his head too, but that might just have been an itch.
The white one actually weighed lighter than the black one so I wore that(I can't believe I'm telling you this). Weighed myself again and satisfied that I was now back to 11 stone flat, I was happy.
Just before I went I decided to have a pee (well every little helps) and just to make sure I got on the scales once again. 11 stones 1lb. WTF???
I just went to class after that, I mean for Gawds sake, I'm clearly not right in the head.
At class I actually weighed 10 stones 13.5 pounds (Although I swear it would have been 10 stones 12.5 without the bra) a loss of l.5lbs
Why do I do it, because I'm clearly puddled - that's why.................
