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Weigh-in #2




Weight: 214.8
BMI: 30.0 (On the brink!)
Weight lost to date: 7.7

Date Night

INT. CAR- AFTER BABYSITTER DROP

Me: Are you okay? You look kind of stressed.

Him: Yeah. I'm just worried about buying that computer I needed to buy. I hate to do it, but I had to.

INT. RESTAURANT-JUST SEATED

Me: Are you okay? You look kind of stressed.
Having asked this question three other times.

Him: Yeah. I just don't have a lot to talk about.

Me: (muttering)Brilliant. Just brilliant.

INT. RESTAURANT-AWKWARD PAUSE

Me: Isn't there anything you're excited about your computer?

Him: Well . . .

Me: C'mon, Mr. Techno. You can't tell me there isn't something.

INT. RESTAURANT-TWO MINUTES LATER-STILL TALKING

Him: Hey!

Me: What?

Him: Thanks for going out of your way to make pleasant conversation!

INT. RESTAURANT-15 MINUTES LATER-STILL TALKING

Him: So, how's your new blog going?

INT. RESTAURANT-15 MINUTES LATER-STILL TALKING

Me: Hey . . . Thanks for making pleasant conversation with me!

THE END

Re: the food Wasabi Pea encrusted Salmon anyone?
ALSO: I love my hubbend.

Comments

  1. Sounds like a good date night!! Salmon sounds great!

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  2. cute!!

    I just found your blog. Great job with the weight loss so far!! keep it going!

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  3. @Fit Mommy: The salmon was yummy! Great work, I hope the tummy troubles have abated. Have a great weekend!

    @Denise: Holy crap! (I'm a weird Mormon) You've run 67 miles THIS MONTH!! You are an inspiration. Kuddos on the BQ. I cheated and googled.

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