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August 17, 2005

Don't mess with my toot toot

I’m guilty of getting on the scale again today. I felt less bloated as that TOM is beginning to wind down. I know I’ve mentioned that for the billionth time, but it makes a difference. I’m a woman on a mission, and I’m slightly obsessed. It read 174 so I might have lost my typical two pounds after all. I’m not going to set that in stone or anything but it was the pick me up I needed.

I haven’t been having a great week or so at work. I’ve been tasked with something that I don’t want to tackle on my own. I’m overwhelmed and it bums me out. It makes me feel out of control a bit and that makes me want to eat. Self restraint has been tough. Luckily I don’t keep any junk food in the house. I’ve been gorging myself on steamed peas and broccoli, tomatoes, and pickles. I know it is probably difficult to go overboard with these items, but I’ve been feeling guilty for needing to feel full to the point of explosion. Speaking of explosion, lord, have mercy on the gas!

This morning I went to go sneak a private toot. Not that I can’t toot in front of my husband, I can. I just thought I’d spare him for once. So I casually went into my bedroom and let her rip. I hadn’t realized that the baby monitor was on. In case you’re not familiar with how a baby monitor amplifies sound, I might as well have had a microphone up to my butt. I could hear myself in the kitchen (where the receiver is) from in the bedroom. It was like being in stereo. It was just funny being the one time I tried to be inconspicuous, in actuality being obvious as all hell and instantly blew my cover (in more ways than one)

Posted by hopeful @ August 17, 2005 2:23 AM