I got a new scale yesterday, one of those fancy ones that gives (probably dubious) readings of your body fat percentage and muscle mass. My old scale was one of those plain dial deals, but I noticed lately it was giving wildly different readings from weighing to weighing (even just stepping off and stepping back on), and as I have found over the years weight to be an important and really pretty accurate metric of how I’m doing, I thought it was important to invest in a new scale as I’m trying to take pounds off again. So I stepped on the new sale this morning and found that apparently my old scale was not only varying wildly from reading to reading, it was just plain off in general, and I’m five pounds heavier than my old scale lead me to believe.
I actually consider this a good thing, as old scale was telling me that I was at the weight where I should be able to at least button my old jeans, but I’m nowhere close. I was starting to worry that the small amount that the scale had moved wasn’t reflecting a loss of “real” weight but maybe water weight or an emptier gut and that the looseness I felt in some of my other clothing (the nice thing about being petite – and yes, I am actually petite, as evidenced by 5’4 1/2″ height and my small feet and wrists, which is why I think getting down to 120 is actually pretty reasonable for me, rather than being this starvation level weight that people seem to think it would be – is that the loss of just a few pounds can be noticed. Of course, the bad thing is that the same is true in reverse…) was just my imagination or stretching. Nope, just turns out I had gotten fatter than I originally thought!
In other news of vanity, I am furiously trying to whiten the fuck out of my teeth. So far I have tried Crest White Strips and whitening toothpaste to no success. Now I’m trying some over the counter goop in trays. If that doesn’t work I may plunk down a few hundred dollars for a whitening at the dentist’s office, though from what I read reviews have shown it isn’t more effective than over the counter stuff. But it’s worth a shot, I guess. What’s a few hundred dollars more on top of the thousands I’ve put into these teeth? (Not to mention the thousands that have been put into these teeth that hasn’t been spent by me. To this day I have no idea how much my surgery was, as I didn’t pay a dime of it, but I can hazard a guess. I should find out. I am rather curious.)
And I don’t think I mentioned this, but yes my mom has cancer.