Skinny Day? Negative.

Today I woke up and felt skinny. You know those days – when you don’t feel like you're starving and you look in the mirror and think, wow I look awesome today. So I decided that I would weigh myself for the first time in over a week, and congratulate myself on losing a pound or two. I figured I had definitely lost a few because I had spent the last three days working my tail off at the Taste of St. Louis and had definitely not been spending my breaks sampling every tent like some of the other workers. I have also been working out quite a bit and only had two glasses of beer in the last 7 days or so (go me) and had been drinking lots and lots and lots of water. Go me again.

Let me just say that I think most girls my age would have had the same reaction when they had all those thoughts and then boom – the scale said I had lost .5 lbs. Which we all know means nothing. However, before I lost myself to intense grief, I had a flash of genius and ran off to look for another scale. Not just any other scale (I’m not that desperate) but the scale I had been using for the last 7 years. My rationale here was that since that was the scale I had used since freshman year of college, it could be calibrated differently (or something) and would therefore tell me a number that would correspond to what I had weighed during the majority of the last decade. I abandoned the offending scale and put together a search and rescue operation for the one that had been my biggest critic through the freshman 10, sophomore -15, junior 10, senior -20 (post major breakup), and then the great post-grad-working-for-a-beer-company-but-working-out-a-lot flip flops of the last two years.

Again, anyone (female) would have had the same reaction I had when the found scale, hopped on with new hope (and less clothes) produced the exact same number. I stared in horror and then fought back tears. Wait, why was I almost crying? Since I am not gigantic and the number in front of me was reasonable, just not what I wanted, my tears seemed a bit dramatic. I think we all know the answer here – even guys our age know the answer. If it seems like an unrealistic reaction it probably is. Don't you just love when hormones are in play and our usually rational selves are currently unavailable? With that knowledge in mind I quit the tears and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I chose a small bowl of cereal over eggs and sausage though – and promised myself I would go to the gym tonight for at least a 500 calorie workout. I also messaged Kay to get the fat day news off my chest. (Go me for not complaining to a guy who would automatically tell me I looked good but then subconsciously put a tally mark in the needy category.) She promptly responded with the best kind of best friend text, "I’d do you." This is why God made girlfriends. And chocolate frosting.