Hmmm......Do I like soccer?

Miss Jennifer is working through some significant stress at the moment, so prayers and well wishes are in order for peace, patience and speedy resolution. I am sure she will give an adequate update in the near future, so stay tuned.

Anyone do the Real Age homework from the other day? I did, and I had to re-check mine because I was expecting something very close to 74. I actually got 32.8 for my real age, which I think is .1 off from my actual age, so not too bad, but an age of 25 would have been better. I think it is amazing all of the facts that go into calculating you score, but even better, all of the great tips they give to you to improve your rating. That website is a treasure cove of useful information. When I have a chance I intend to sit down and comb through it more thoroughly.

Well, I have been adjusting to my Metformin, I took just two pills a day all week, because the first couple days I took three and I could barely think. I don't know if it was the meds or this allergy I have developed toward tree pollen. Anyway, I will start 3 pills next week. The amazing thing is I can already tell that it is working, I can tell small details looking at myself in the mirror. Clothing is starting to fit differently.

I was a little alarmed this morning when I was getting dressed for work. I opened my drawer and realized that the laundry with the bras in it was STILL in the washing machine >>D'OH<< I started weighing my options. 1. put on a wet bra--uh, NO
2. put the wet bra in the dryer and be late for work---uhhhh...no.
3. wear the last bra that's still hanging out in the drawer because it squeezes the girls into Dolly Parton look-alikes, cuts into my back-rolls, and takes a degree in engineering to actually get the front-snap closed. ---uhhhh....crap.

I had a wrestling match with this darn thing in December before a job interview that caused me to break a nail, break a sweat and go begging for help from the husband, who managed to get it closed by the graces of God and the skin of his teeth. Actually, now I think about it, the Dolly twins might have been the reason I didn't do so good in that interview. All I could think about was letting the twins out. *hmph*

So, Im eyeballing this thing, cracking my knuckles and limbering up. I slide it on , jacket style, squeeze the twins together and snap the closure with no problems. I thought I was going to pass out! Not from lack of oxygen this time, but from amazement that it FITS.

The first place that always starts shrinking when I start to loose weight is the twins, my wrists and my ribcage. Now I guess the big question is, DO I like soccer? I certainly hope that the twins don't want to play soccer with my knees. That would be bad news. ; ) Time to break out the lotion and lather up my boobage.