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Wes and I had our holiday gift exchange and it was a toss and swap and run out the door. I measured a small soup spoon that was half full of hummus the other day and….it was 8 grams…minus the weight of the spoon. This particular flavor had EIGHTY calories per gram. I nearly fainted because I really had no idea i was eating biodegradable concrete. That does, however, explain my booty.
Grim got me the best best best books.
I am looking forward to reading them all. Whee!
At about 2am the other morning I was totally unable to get my mind and body to calm down so I could get some sleep. I had the bright idea to go downstairs and work out, except tonight I grabbed a full length mirror that was in storage and put it in front of the gym. I could see the way my body bended and folded. The way my pudgy places poked out was made even more unattractive by fluorescent lighting. I could feel my muscles moving and working, but I couldn’t see them. It was inspiring.
A metaphor for my life, perhaps. No one can see what I’m really made of because there is all this “stuff” i’m carrying around that is covering me up. Hmm.